Speaking of Father's Day, I ordered Being a Dad is Weird, by Ben Falcone, online as a gift for my dad. But when it arrived, it had an unidentifiable yet unmistakably sticky something smeared on the cover. So I bought my dad another copy and kept the original. After all, I like to read, and I like Ben Falcone. Whether it's his performance as the sexually harassed Air Marshall in Bridesmaids, the power trip-fueled fast food manager in Tammy, or (and this is my personal favorite) the music teacher in that old Target commercial who plays the piano and sings about denim, Benji always brings the odd. (He refers to himself as Benji at least once in the book, so I think it's okay for me too).
Filled with amusing anecdotes about growing up with an intellectual and outlandish writer father, Being a Dad is Weird is a lighthearted walk down memory lane. Like many comedy writers, Falcone was an awkward kid (he rocked an acid wash denim jacket with Led Zeppelin and U2 pins). But not that awkward (he played sports, dammit!). Just awkward enough to use humor to defuse many a -- wait for it -- awkward situation. Anyway, he compares having a father to being a father to his two daughters with wife Melissa McCarthy, and it's all very sweet and heartwarming. Well, as sweet and heartwarming as something can be when liberally peppered with F-bombs.
Earlier today my sister and I were dismayed to find out that we had both bought my father this book. So there are now not one, not two, but three hardbound copies floating around our family. Perhaps we should start a Ben Falcone fan club.
That said, maybe next year I'll shoot for a more PSA-themed Father's Day post, something like Ray Ban Man: Fathers Fighting Fried Retinas. That way the dads get to be the heroes. And I get a free pair of Ray Bans.