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Let’s Crack Open a Couple of Cold Ones

When it comes to how I experience Dad Culture, I have to admit I’m a sucker for beers.

While it’s true that I really love beer, my own father never touched the stuff.

Lemme get this round, you get the next one

When I think about my past relationship with my estranged father, there may not have been shared beers, but there are other things I learned from him. He could be funny and generous. He did not drink, but the way he’d clap someone else on the back and ask about their day made people feel appreciated. Bringing a level of comfort to everyone around you, I think, is how I feel most connected to Dad Culture. If other people are feeling good, then I feel good. I want to be the one to show up with a six-pack or two, to tell the first and last and middle jokes of the night, to shake hands with everyone with a firm yet respectful grip, to clap someone on the back as I greet them or say farewell. I want to give a hearty cheers to anyone who’ll tip their glass to mine because I know that my satisfaction with beer comes from sharing my life with other people. Even when we’re alone with a beer, we are knit together.

Lemme grab you a somethingIt doesn’t have to be beer. Whatever you want.