When I was a kid, most families didn’t want dad at home, sitting on his @$$, writing poetry, playing the guitar and “spending more time” with them. They wanted him at work and bringing home the bacon so they’d have something to eat.
B-b-b-b-but he may not have discovered his real calling as a hair sculptor or a hipster poet!
But that's racist.
(I was gonna go with homofo, home, homa, scared of twinks, but I'm being too lazy. Which means, of course, that I'm being way too lazy for a real argument. So instead, I'm gonna go with a canned, liberal response. I'd throw Pajamaboy in there too, but it's too much work.)