Bill Cosby and Wrestling with Our Flawed Role Models

Jim Gaffigan and I have more than a few things in common.

We both like delicious, heart attack-inducing hamburgers. We both know some people who are Catholic. We’re both dads. It’s like we were separated at birth or something.

Also, we have both read Bill Cosby’s book on fatherhood called, aptly, “Fatherhood.”

Gaffigan admits to as much in his recent book (also aptly titled), “Dad is Fat.” And I’m admitting to as much here. I’m using the term “admitted” due to the recent renewal of (and additions to) allegations against Cosby, allegations of rape.

The “Big E” and Rest

In 1942, the U.S.S. Enterprise was one of only two aircraft carriers fighting for the United States in the Pacific during World War II. After the attack on Pearl Harbor in late 1941, the U.S. naval fleet was decimated and, while every ship was valuable, the carriers were indispensable. By mid-1942, the United States had begun to fight back against the Japanese and began their “island hopping” campaign across the South Pacific, taking one painful, bloody island at a time.

Cheating Movember (or How to Stop Worrying and Love the Lip Worm)

Mustaches are pretty much amazing. They provide warmth. They embody swagger and self-confidence. They save you food and drink for later. They’re one of the best ways to declare “I Am All that is Man” without saying a single word. They even help save lives.

Movember, in all of its hairy glory, is a time to promote men’s health (an oft-overlooked, but important matter) by celebrating the majesty of mustaches everywhere.

Also, I hate mustaches.