Matt @ RedSparks writes:

Be honest.  If you were forced to make a gross generalization, who's blogs are funnier, mommies' or daddies'?

Clearly, Matt hates us and doesn't want us to succeed.  What the hell kind of question is this, Matt?  Um, bait much?

I kid, I kid.

Screw it, I'm busting out a calculator for this one.  Let's use Cre8Buzz as our control.  Cre8Buzz has 625 Mom Bloggers signed up.  They have 91 Dad Bloggers.  So, 6.86% of CreBuzz's parents bloggers are men.  Assuming that every one of those bloggers will post 3X a week, 147 of the 2,022 ensuing posts will come from men. 

Now, mommy blogs tend to be way more, how shall we say this, about the bodily fluids than the guys?  Yeah, that'll do.  And bodily fluids are fucking hilarious.  But, and this is a big but, I find that for every three post a mom is going to put up, at least ONE of them is going to be serious.  However, unless you're Jeremy or BackPackingDad, a dad blog is going to tend to be more light-hearted more frequently.  Like, say, NukeDad.  I have read every single stinking post he's every written (he looks like my ex-boyfriend, shut up) and I think there's maybe 3 serious posts in there of the 100 he's written.  So, though maybe, MAYBE, the moms are funnier when they're funny, I find the dads to be more consistently funny, which should count for something.

So, here's the breakdown:

Moms: 1875 PPW (posts per week) @ a rate of 2 funny posts out of every 3 = 66% GPP (giggleability per post)

Dads:  147 PPW @ a rate of 2.97 funny posts out of every 3 = 99.97% GPP.

The dads have it.

Plus, watching some dad squirm on Twitter when we're all "Dude, I am so going to make out with EVERY GIRL in here" is pure comic gold.

BusyDad:

Moms are funnier. Case in point? See above. I can't even resort to using the lowest common denominator "Asian dude busting out the math" to get a laugh on this one. I'm left with nothing. Moms are quicker, sharper and wittier.

You know  why it seems like dads are funnier? Because there are so few of us. In my experience, it almost seems as if 'dad blog' is merely another category within this thing we call mom blogs. I mean, hell, no one can look at all those pictures of me and my mom blog friends partying it up at Blogher and tell me I wasn't just 'one of the girls' that night (after I cropped out the hands grabbing my bum, of course).

Because our numbers are so few, I can say this: we have more per capita funny. But in absolute numbers, the moms have us beat. And honestly, in quality of funny, they have us beat as well. You think I became such good friends with Mr Lady just because she looks so good in a cardigan? The girl is FU-NNY. Rather than ramble on like an idiot drinking Jack Daniels at 11:41 pm on a Friday night futilely grasping for anything humorous or insightful to add to this post, I'm going to take the easy way out and give you a list as proof that mom bloggers are funnier than dad bloggers (NukeDad notwithstanding - did I use notwithstanding correctly?):

• Momo Fali's
• Missives From Suburbia
  
• Oh, The Joys
• Vintage Thirty
• The Bloggess
• Manager Mom
• Happy Meals and Happy Hour
• Fusemoms
  
• The Only Thing I Know
• Sarcastic Mom [I hate editing after the fact, but really, how could I forget Lotus!!]
• Anne Nahm (totally snuck in there by Mr Lady, because really?  Funniest. Human. Alive)
  

And I am kidding about the bum thing, wife. I really don't remember a thing.

Sara asks:

I'm pregnant with my first child at the moment and we just found out it's a boy. I was raised in a house full of girls, even down to the dogs. I rarely had guy friends growing up, and the ones I did have were gay or questionable. I know absolutely nothing about boys or how to raise them. To me, girls are the easiest things in the world. Got any suggestions on how to keep myself from putting our son in fluffy-polka-dotted-lace-covered little outfits, or things I should know about raising boys????

By the way, I gotta say that I love this sight and your own personal sights. They always bring humor to my day!

BusyDad:

First, congrats! And second, thanks for the props on our sites! We love compliments, and it’s a bonus when someone thinks we’re funny, besides ourselves.

This boy thing. Don’t worry. My mom wanted a girl when I was born. She took matters into her own hands and prettied me up in dresses and paraded me proudly around the playground to the delight of all the little old ladies. I think I turned out ok, right? I mean, every once in a while I get the urge to prance about in something frilly, but besides that, you could never tell.

I am making the assumption here that you are not raising the boy with his father; otherwise, you wouldn’t be worried about the lack of male influence. Regardless, I’m confident that things will take care of themselves, especially once school or daycare starts. And there’s this wonderful child-rearing tool called TV. With those two factors on your side you’ll be swimming in Autobots and Decepticons (more like stepping on them, so never walk barefoot once weapon-oriented toys are introduced to the household) before you can say “Transform! And Roll Out!”

Just go with the flow here. I am a strong believer in natural gender tendencies. Boys will be boys no matter what you do or don’t do, so there’s no need to steer his preferences, toward (or away from) anything. Just raise him with a strong sense of right and wrong. And good manners. The other stuff falls into place by itself.

Mr Lady:

Now, I am going on the assumption that dad IS around, given your usage of "our".  I'll tell you a little something; my husband cried, like WEPT, when each ultrasound came back boy after boy.  He is the only boy from a home with two sisters and a single mom.  He wore silk nightgowns until he was 8.  He knew nothing about raising boys.

The thing is, babies are just babies.  They all like the same things (boobs, onesies, a good poop) and you won't even have to WORRY about gender for a long time.  You'll, in fact, be so bloody f'ing tired, you won't notice if you birth a cheetah for the first 4 months.

When the little personality pops out, then you'll start getting into the swing of it.  And dad will SO teach you the boy ropes.  Master the art of "Pull My Finger", practice up on your Lego building, and cover any open outlets, lest that little man attempts to re-wire your home.  Don't worry about craving the pink frill; there are plenty of totally bangin' boys things, too.  Wanna get really psyched?  Check out www.babywit.com.  That should keep you fairly occupied for a while.  Works for a boy or a girl, but who can resist the power of 3 inch Vans?  If you can, you're dead inside.  That's all I'm saying.

Also important to know is that girls are NOT easier, not by a lot.  Sure, they wipe their own butts earlier and do better in elementary school, but they come out with pom poms in their hands and tiaras on their heads and their first word is MINE.  (Oh, and they're not at all discreet about masturbating.  Just so you know.) 

My first two little bundles of tax deductions were boys, and I couldn't be happier about that.  Boys are awesome.  They are rough and tumble.  They are fun.  You're going to do great.