As a New York Times reporter, Charlie LeDuff was a little bit Dharma Bum [drifter], a little Hunter S. Thompson [gonzo], a little Joseph Mitchell [character hound], and a little Joyce Wadler [crazy]. Now that's he's got a kid, and his wife's got a go-to-work job, he's also a little bit Neal Pollack [dad share-y], too.
And he would've been a little bit Bikram [yogic] if only the Mommy and Me Yoga gatekeepers didn't think he might be a little too Johnny Knoxville/ [You remember that Jackass where he went to the yoga class with a strap-on in his sweats and spent the whole time ripping farts? I'm sure LeDuff's nothing like that, but the yoga place wasn't taking any chances.]
Also, now there's finally a reason to read Men's Vogue. For like five minutes.
Charlie LeDuff on life as a stay-at-home dad [mensvogue.com via gawker]