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Where Daddy Bloggers Learn How To Be Rich

November 1, 2010 by Jack Steiner Leave a Comment

I’ll let you in on a little secret. Shh…come closer because I don’t want to yell. More importantly I am not very good at whispering, one of the challenges of having a deeper voice is that whispers are sometimes non-existent.

I am working at Odd Dad Out.

Basically, this site is designed to make dad bloggers as rich as the moms (wink, wink). Did you know that a recent Harvard* study found that mommy bloggers are paid three times the amount of gift certificates and free samples than are their male counterparts? This indicates a disparagingly wide gap in gender blog equality, a gap that needs to be closed.

Yep, got me a gig there as one of the featured writers so now I have to work hard on being clean and respectable. Ok, that is not going to happen but I can promise that you don’t want to miss out on the stuff that is going on there.

So take a moment to head on over and read my post Be a Better Blogger- Write More Frequently.

Fear not, I am not closing up shop here there is plenty more Shacky goodness to come.

Filed Under: Dad Blogger, daddy blogger

2010 Is Still the Year Of The Daddy Blogger

September 30, 2010 by Jack Steiner 24 Comments

My six year-old has been running around asking everyone she knows if they know the meaning behind “Friends, Romans and Countrymen, lend me your ears.”  Since she is a clearly a child prodigy I asked her to tell me why 2010 is NOT the year of the daddy blogger. And then my beautiful, witty and extremely bright girl said, “what is a blogger.”

Apparently, I a self proclaimed daddy blogger have failed to educate her in the ways of social media. She doesn’t know what a blog is, doesn’t have a Twitter account or a Facebook page. The girl hasn’t the foggiest idea what it means to be LinkedIn, StumbledUpon, or Reddit.

But say Inigo Montoya and she’ll join you in saying “Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to Die!” And I have got to tell you that I appreciate knowing that she is serious so be smart and don’t kill me or you will face her terrible wrath and I’ll probably haunt you.

So my friend the blogger with the Superman fetish wrote a post in which he regaled us with his recollection of what happened at the Type A Mom Conference and why 2010 is not the year of the daddy blogger. Over at DadLabs more fuel was tossed on the mighty fire a post called Do DadBloggers Suck?

And just when I began to gag on it all Backpacking Dad produced the piece Why don’t dads read dad blogs? And so I find myself shaking my head at my colleagues wondering what the hell they are thinking. In between large puffs of my cigar and copious amounts a brandy that you can’t afford I decided that I must respond.

Gentlemen in the old country we would have called this conversation, narishkeit or nonsense. But that is ok because part of the joy of being a blogger is getting to engage in all sorts of nonsense and oodles of mischief. You see we are taking ourselves far too seriously and we are missing the point. So if the three people who are still reading this will bear with me I’ll transition into a more serious post.

What is the goal of blogging? If the goal is to become professional bloggers who earn an income from blogging the question is how to do so. The answer is relatively simple. Provide brands with access to their target demographic ideally during a time and place when they are making purchasing decisions. That is all you have to do, show those prospective sponsors that you can help them reach prospective customers.

In a professional setting anyone selling sponsorships has a media kit that they provide to prospective advertisers. The standard kit usually contains an editorial calendar and demographic information regarding the readers.Sometimes that comes from an audit conducted by an impartial third party and other times it is based upon user surveys or registrations conducted by the publication.

If you want to make your dad blog into a professional venture you can do so. You can build your blog into something that has a media kit that you can present to potential sponsors. But before you get there you need to remember that no business is built overnight. You need to remember that building a blog requires time and energy.

Last year I wrote a post about Why Some Blogs Fail in which I cited a survey which said that 95% of all blogs are abandoned. You can look at that statistic from a negative perspective or you can see it as opportunity.

I see it as opportunity. This past Sunday I tweeted about the influx of “dad blogs” this year and made a prediction regarding how many would still be around in 2010.

I stand by my tweet. If I have learned one thing in 6.5 years of blogging it is that most bloggers don’t last. That Technorati survey just proves my point, but that doesn’t really matter. The real point here is that I think that it is premature and silly to say that dad bloggers can’t share the success of the mom bloggers.

It is not a competition and even if it was smart brands/bloggers recognize that the genders are different and how you market to them is sometimes going to be different. But that is neither here nor there. In fact, at 1:30 AM I wonder what I am rambling on about.

Oh yes, dad blogs, brands and bucks. I don’t care if the CNN guy was supportive, a jerk or something else. He doesn’t define me. Frankly I don’t care if television and movies portray dads as bumbling fools because they don’t define me either. I do that.

And if I want to make this corner of cyberspace into something that generates more than coffee money I will do that because the tools and resources exist. I’ll take those tools and use them to differentiate and distinguish myself as a valuable content provider who can put you Mr. Advertiser in front of your target audience in a unique and cost effective way.

Related links

The Daddy Blogger Community
The Rules of Blogging- How To Make Money Part 1
I Don’t Want To Be A Mommy Blogger
Dear Angry Mommy Blogger

Filed Under: Dad Blogger, daddy blogger

How Sister’s Helped to Train A Father of "Daddy’s Girl"

February 9, 2010 by Jack Steiner 2 Comments

Exhausted

I have six thousand sisters and a bunch of brother-in-laws but not one single brother. My father says that when they told me about the births of my youngest sisters I began to cry and complained that he and my mother had ruined my life.

The majority of my memories of growing up with just sisters are positive. That is not to say that we didn’t fight, because we did. It was almost always them against me. Those wacky dames worked as a team to get me in trouble and they did a good job of it. They were so good that I sometimes wonder how I survived.

When we were relatively young they sometimes took out their anger by physically attacking me. They knew that I wasn’t allowed to hit them back and they took advantage of it. So I learned that I could shepherd them into a room and then close the door. To this day they’ll claim that I locked them in there. It is not true. I merely gave the illusion that they were locked in there.

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The day that my daughter was born was one of the most emotional of my life. It was two days after my father’s triple bypass and the culmination of quite a number of other events. I remember watching the nurse clean her up. This tiny creature with a mop of black hair, same color as mine.

Her older brother was just down the hall. He has my hands and my feet, but his hair and complexion are lighter than mine. Not so with the dark haired beauty.

I remember taking her into my arms and staring at her. Staring at this little person and remembering all the crazy times with my sisters. The good and the bad. I stared at her and realized that one day boys would be chasing her. I remember thinking it was crazy to think about that because it was so far off. And then she reached out with her little hand and grabbed  my index finger.

As soon as she grabbed it I knew that I was done. That one move had done something to me. I lifted her up and whispered into her ear promises that I would always be there to help her, to protect and take care of her. I told her that I would see to it that when I wasn’t around her brother would do it for me.

Somewhere in the distance I could feel my sisters’ approval. I knew that as crazy as I made them they would appreciate it. I knew that though they sometimes complained about me being overprotective they appreciated it and that they would tell their niece the same thing.

And now 5.5 years later I stare at this amazing girl in amazement. The girl who told me that she wanted to cook for me. I asked her what she would make and she said that I had a choice of pizza, peanut butter and jelly or matzoh with butter. It wasn’t one of those play offers that kids make either. She was serious.

She told me that when I am really old I can come live with her and she’ll take care of me. She is serious, this girl of mine. I thanked her for it and told her that we have a long time before that happens. She smile back at me and said that I am really old, almost 41.

It made me laugh. And then she ordered me to sit down on the couch, climbed into my lap and told her brother to bring a drink because “Dad is thirsty.” Of course when she specified apple juice he knew that she was trying to use me as leverage to make him work and consequently refused. The big brother part of me silently applauded, “well played my boy” and then I asked him to come sit with us.

As he walked over I smiled silently because he is done too, he just doesn’t know it yet. Oy, this girl of mine is something else. So is her brother, but there is something different here. I love them equally, but I really am going to have to kill the boys that come looking for her. If I shoot the first two or three I might have a fighting chance.

Of course she’s not going to make it easy for me. She already recognizes half my tricks and senses the others. I am going to have to work extra hard to fool Daddy’s girl.

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Filed Under: Children, Dad Blogger

You Never Really Die

June 27, 2006 by Jack Steiner 5 Comments

m3ciumofkay-kiran-valipaToday I explained to my son that as long as people remember you then you never really die. Death is a hard concept for children. It is hard for adults. The finality of it all makes it very hard to deal with. Some people just don’t.

During the past couple of days I have been handling many of the responsibilities that surround an event like this. I have spent time reviewing paperwork, shuttling family members to and from the airport and so much more.

In the course of reviewing some of the associated paperwork I came across the civil marriage license for my grandfather and my grandmother. I took a moment to review it and was surprised to see that she had a different maiden name listed on it than the one I knew her by.

It caught me by surprise and withouth thinking I yelled “grandpa” and then waited for the standard reply. I waited even though I had realized that there wouldn’t a reply long before the echoes of my initial cry disappeared.

There wasn’t time to ask my father about it nor was I able to ask any other family. It is a mystery. I feel a little silly saying that, but it is true.

It is moments like this when you really learn about your family. These are the times when the family secrets are shared and you find out about that crazy aunt or uncle. There have been some great stories, just amazing.

Filed Under: Children, Dad Blogger, Life and Death

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