The Dadbag

I’ve always been into guys with bellies. That’s just how it is. A six-pack is nothing, forgettable, but a belly—a belly means something. Means you’ve lived, eaten, made choices instead of dedicating everything to the gym. Sure, I’ll enjoy hard muscle sometimes, but who wants to actually date someone like that? They’ll drag you to early morning runs, make you count calories, turn the whole thing into a training program. Exhausting.

So Albert Pukies made a fanny pack called the Dadbag. It’s shaped like a soft belly and you wear it around your waist. Strap it on and suddenly you’ve got that gut, that softness, that look of someone who stopped caring about everything. The absurdity is the whole point—gym people who would never actually let themselves get soft can now have the aesthetic without changing a thing about their actual lives. They get to look like someone I’d actually want to be around.

It’s functional too. Holds beer, snacks, whatever. You put it on and you become someone different for a while—someone who stopped optimizing everything, who just eats and lives and doesn’t worry about it. Ridiculous. It works.