You know the story, a man in his forties struggling to connect with his teenage daughter as he attempts to balance work and life, and a few other things that are swirling around him. His relationship with his daughter has been suffering for years. It’s been a long time since she was a princess sitting on Santa’s knee wishing for that special doll at Christmas. Now she’s distant, as she traverses the gauntlet of early adulthood. With the media blasting in her face like no generation before it, and you working 60-hour weeks to get your slice of the American Dream.
You know this story. Which is why I’m not going to write it. But please, feel free. And don’t forget the headline, “How Pokémon Go Brought Back My Daughter.” Dude, you’ll get a million views.