Ask the 50's Dad...

Dear Fifties Dad,

How can I convince my husband to perform, um, cuddliness? You know what I mean.

Sally Housecoat

Dear 50’s Dad,

I am a fifteen-year-old girl. Recently, my mom and I went shopping for a dress for me to wear to the big dance. She kept showing me all these dresses with full skirts, but I wanted to get one with a straight skirt. I thought it looked really sophisticated, like they wear in New York City! But my mom said only a loose woman would wear a tight skirt. I don’t get it. How can I be loose if the skirt is tight? Also, if I wear a red dress, does that make me a Communist?

Sincerely,

Jane Purdy

Dear 50’s Dad:

Last night at a cocktail party, some guy I barely know called me a Commie. What is a Commie, and how do I know if I am one?

Sign me,
–Confused

Dear 50’s Dad:

Is this Billy guy a Commie?

How about Adlai Stevenson?

Dear 50’s Dad,

My husband wants me to perform fellatio. I’m not really sure what that is but I have done stage work when I was in High School. I failed latin and never really felt comfortable with Shakespeare’s work. Will this be a problem?

Signed,

Doris Dubacker

Dear 50’s Dad:

Where do babies come from? I asked Mom while she was vacuuming, and she told me to ask you.

Regards,
Shodan

Dear Worried,
Your fiance’s mother is probably just looking out for her son, and that’s not such a bad thing, is it? Mothers just want the best for their sons, and you’re a bright young lady, so I’m sure you can see how difficult it would be to take care of your home and husband if you were off trying to hold down a job. Good luck, young lady. I’m sure you’ll make the right decision.

Dear Perplexed,
I don’t see any reason to get the fine men in the FBI involved in something your neighborhood police officer can handle.

Dear Prepared,
Listen, son, your folks know what’s best for you. If they think you need to practice, they’ll tell you. In the mean-time, you can practice being a good citizen by being heedful and respectful of them, but you’re a bright young man, so I’m sure you already know that.

Dear Cherrie,
Well, I’m certainly proud of you for being concerned about your little sister. You’re such a good sister to her, I’m sure your influence will eventually help her overcome this ‘tom-boy’ phase she’s going through. She’ll grow out of it in good time. Sooner or later she’ll meet a young man that’s interested in her, and she’ll realize how silly it is for a young lady to waste her time on sports and tom-boy-ishness.

I just finished playing soccer with my friends. I am still worried about the fact that there are so many red Chinese. What if they ever develop the bomb? Hell, how do we know that they haven’t gotten it already from the Russians? You know that you can’t trust a commie.

Dear Gangster,
Why, I think the future will be a glorious spectacle of world-wide admiration and immitation of our fine American way of life. Now run along, son. You’ll never make the Varsity team if you don’t practice! Go get 'em, champ!

Dear Perplexed,
Whoa! Look out Isaac Asimov, here comes my boy! Son, I think you’re spending too much time indoors, and that’s not good for the humours. It’s such a nice day, why don’t you head on down to the ball field and see if you can get a game up!

Dear Sally,
A hipster, eh? It’s such a shame when young men like this Del get their priorities all mixed up. Don’t try to talk your brother out of it, though. That’s your folks’ job. You’d be right to let them know you’re worried about Burt.

I’ve never heard of Ray Charles. I’ll ask the fellas down at the lodge, though.

Dear Sally,
I’m sure your husband is just tired from the hard work he does to make a comfortable home for you. Try to make his daily return from the office a special event: make sure he has time for a glass of scotch before dinner is ready, and let him unwind. Let him tell you about his day, if he wants to, and make sure the children are well-behaved and quiet during this time. After he’s had some time to relax, then you can tell him about your day, if you wish, and so can the children. But remember, the first 30 minutes or so after he gets home should be his time to unwind and relax. Trust me, if you take my advise on this, you’ll have a content and happy husband, and that’s what’s really important, isn’t it?

Soccer? Soccer? My boy, I’m sure 50’s Dad would agree that that’s not the right kind of sport for a manly AMERICAN boy! They wear those fruity shorts and get penalized if they tackle each other! Why not strap on a helmet and some padding, go out for a pass, and play real football, as God intended?

Dear Jane,
Your Mother is just looking out for you, Jane. I’m sure you’re a fine young lady of outstanding character, and would want to give anyone reason to believe otherwise. Your mother knows what’s best, now, so you listen to her. And while I don’t think wearing a red dress would make you a Communist, we can’t afford to take any chances now, can we?

Dear Confused,
Sometimes even the best of us will get caught up in the merriment of a good cocktail party, and drink one scotch too many. Why, it’s even happened to 50’s Dad, but the important thing is that you showed restraint, and for that I’m proud of you. While nobody wants to be be called a Communist, nobody wants their evening spoiled by a scrape caused by some rude drunkard. Bravo, son. I think you handled that well. And believe me, if you were a Communist, you’d know it.

Dear Doug,
Yes, son. Both Communists. <sigh>

Dear Doris,
Fellatio, eh? Sounds Italian. I’m not sure what it is either, but if your husband would like it, it’s your duty as a good wife to either provide it, or find someone who can demonstrate it for you - just like getting a new kitchen appliance, or a Hoover Vacuum, sometimes we need to turn to the professionals to demonstrate a new tool to us. I’m glad you were contientious enough to write! Good luck.