Idris Elba Out and About Is the Definition of #Dadgoals
In a new column for ELLE.com, R. Eric Thomas reads the news. Today, Father’s Day comes early (late?) in the form of a photo of Idris Elba.
Oh. Hello.
Have you met my Patronus? His name is Dadras Dadba.
I didn’t realize it but Idris Elba in dad mode is everything I needed to see today.
Forget fitspo; this pic is my fathspo.
(I know…)
Sorry, I’m a bit distracted. I’ve been nesting super hard lately. (Nesting is that thing where you burrow beneath your blankets and convince yourself that Chris Christie was just doing a dramatic reading of The Crucible because postmodernist theater is so hot right now, right?)
Everyone at the RNC is trying to win a Tony.
(Pictured: Rudy Giuliani performing “Rose’s Turn” from Gypsy.)
Anyway, back to Idris!
How do you look so good doing everything?! I’m not complaining but I’m also complaining a little.
Every magazine: Dad bods are in!
Also every magazine: BTW, this is what dad’s bodies look like now! Good luck, homey!
I love how affable he seems in real life given how many sinister characters he plays.
Side note: Pretty much all I’ve been watching this summer are Luther, Sherlock and Marcella, so I’m 100 percent convinced that everyone in London is either a serial killer or a brilliant detective with emotional damage. Is that what Brexit was about? They were like “Ta-ta! Gotta go play out the age-old battle between tarnished good and abject evil! Toodle-oo, Spain and France! We hate the euro but we love murder!”
Can someone please do a thorough background check on Pippa’s fiancé? I am distrustful of new characters.
But Idris, Idris is perfection. Look at this!
My feelings are best expressed in a gif from Carpool Karaoke. Idris is Audra McDonald, I am Jesse Tyler Ferguson, and every other celebrity is Jane Krakowski.
I don’t have time to focus on anyone else right now, please! Don’t take your shirt off, Chris Pratt; I don’t have time for that! Put away your foil, hot Olympian fencer Miles Chamley-Watson; I’m busy today! Sorry, other celebrities; when Idris is around I can’t focus. I’m working on it in therapy.
Therapist: What are you goals for our time together?
Me: I want to be able to be thirsty about more than one celebrity at a time.
Therapist: Get out.
Me: Fine. Do I get a lollipop or what?
Therapist: This isn’t a dentist’s office.
Me: Well, this was a complete waste of time.
This picture is #dadgoals.
This picture makes me want to be a better person.
I love seeing good dads, y'all. I would watch this movie. This is like a poster for that Will Smith movie The Pursuit of Happyness but without all the plot complications. I would watch that movie. I don’t need a plot. I would literally watch two hours of a good guy hanging out with his son.
(Actual photo of me any time I see a father and kid having fun on the subway.)
I generally try not to write about celebrity kids (because I have an exclusive promotional agreement with Blue Ivy), but Idris’ son is SO FLY.
That bow tie though!
#icant
Is he available to be my fashion consultant? And also maybe life coach? (I’m just saying, if he’s managed to climb up on Idris Elba’s shoulders, he’s clearly doing something right.)
I want to be everyone in this picture.
I want to be anyone in this picture.
That’s me, the orange traffic cone in the background.
Sliding in like Missy Elliott in Carpool Karaoke.
Living my best life in the glow of Dadras Dadba.
