2017 may be best remembered as “the year of the opinion.” As the saying goes, much like a-holes we all have them, but this was the year when everybody decided to share them. Politics, tragedy, and a seemingly endless stream of controversy leading to vocalization of beliefs that led many to look at their co-workers, friends and even sometimes family a bit differently, people that we thought we knew suddenly on the other side of an increasingly wide chasm.
I count myself among these keyboard warriors, spending way too many nights engaged in debate with those whose opinions I had no chance of changing. Many of these times I enjoyed, intelligent discourse leading to interesting discussion. Other times I just got angry.
Some of the things I wrote led to loss of readers, some even to loss of campaign opportunities. I’m happy to say that I don’t think any led to a loss of friendship, something that I’m proud of.
These are my ten favorite non-parenting posts of the year, much like my parenting list from yesterday, a difficult one to narrow down. I’ve always been one to write about whatever I feel like, abandoning my niche and rambling as the mood strikes, but like everyone else it seems, 2017 led me down this road more often than year’s past. Not all of these are controversial but be warned, not all of my opinions are ones you’d agree with.
Sore Losers, Hoping For Failure I’ll just get this one out of the way right from the start. I’m on record as saying that it was with bile swallowing shame that I pulled the lever for Hillary Clinton, but my hatred of her opponent hasn’t diminished any since the election. This one partly explains why and was one of my most read, most shared pieces of the year.
Stick To Your Own Bedrooms I never cared much for people telling me what I could and couldn’t do based purely on their ideas of morality. I didn’t attend the Fetish Flea Market this year, but I’d like to reserve the right to do so in the future if I decide to.
Confession of a Cry Baby Nothing controversial here, just me making fun of myself for being a big baby. Based on the dust that apparently found itself into my eyes at the end of CoCo, not much has changed there.
Adrian Peterson? F That Guy I was surprised by the amount of New England Patriots fans that were offended by my view that they shouldn’t want this piece of trash on their team when he became available. I stand by the fact that I will root against any team that ever employs him.
Politicizing Tragedy For as many times as I’ve been called a “snowflake” or “libtard’ over the past few years, I’m actually very centrist, very moderate, leaning towards what I call “common sense.” It pisses me off when I see people on either side of the aisle use tragedy to try and further their own agenda.
Beaten For Helping A reminder to not believer everything you see on Facebook, to research before you share. People’s lives and reputations are being ruined.
The Good Old Days An afternoon spent drinking Zima and thinking back on those mythic times in our past when we were happy and care free.
No One To Cheer In This Fight Written in the days prior to the Mayweather – McGregor fight. The world is full of shades of grey, the good and bad guys not always easily distinguishable. The appeal of sports is that you can usually just choose a side and feel OK with that choice.
I Stand, But I Support Those That Take A Knee I just can’t seem to keep my mouth shut about Colin Kaepernick and the other athletes taking a knee before the National Anthem. This one led to the only time I really got any negative comments on the Thirsty Daddy Facebook page.
Reluctant Lessons For Darkened Sidewalks Written just before the #metoo movement put those in positions of power on notice. This is a topic that I hope to one day be able to stop writing about. Not because I’m the father of girls, but because everybody should be able to walk down a darkened sidewalk without worry.