There’s a new book out, by a 29-year-old. Here’s how they’re selling it: “I live with my 74-year-old dad. He is awesome. I just write down shit that he says.”
Shit My Dad Says is a twitter feed, a book, and a new TV show.
If you ask me, its Grumpy Old Men 2010 (the I-have-something-to-prove-tough-guy-kind-of grumpiness). And because it fits nicely with all of those “old man” stereotypes and our national obsession with dysfunctionality, it seems to have captured over a million followers.
Barbara Ehrenreich, in her latest book Bright-Sided, makes an argument for kvetching. However, I’m not sure that she’d totally approve of this kind of aggressive cantankerousness.
On a related note, a friend of mine just told me that his grandmother seems to be enjoying her end-of-life license to kvetch. We talked about whether this is a freedom that comes from being too old to care about social inhibition as well as an awareness that what you say is generally ignored by all around you. Beware, though, of twittering kids, who might want to make money off of you.