I know you’re out there, in the millions. Lets just say it here, say it loud and say anonymously so they can’t hear us: Fuck Father’s Day.
It was crap from the git-go, and everybody knows it. Mother’s Day, sure, makes sense. Not to take away from Mother’s Day at all, they deserve it, God bless 'em. And they like that sort of shit, Lord knows why, its like catnip, heroin, or compliments. And sure, why the hell not, make a little fuss over them.
But Father’s Day is an afterthought, and an afterbirth. If we really rated on the same scale, it wouldn’t have been tacked on later, it wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb or a really ugly tie. That you gotta wear. (Now, me personally, nobody would give a tie to, but I’ve seen some ugly melonfarmers, and sense, deep down in the place where all Dads are One…the horror, the horror.)
Almost all Dads shy away from Father’s Day, our intellects, honed and sharpened with testosterone, will not abide such nonsense. Willingly. But they turn those big round emotional headlamps on us, like a puppy offering a saliva-sodden tennis ball and begging you to play. So you put on your best face, you try to remember how your own Dad did it, and then you realize how badly he faked it, and you are determined you will not fail! You will beam with the joy of emotional fulfillment or die trying. (Note to self: check statistics of men admitted to emergency rooms with internal hemorrhages on Father’s Day…)
Stop. Just stop. Call and ask for money, sure. A card. Don’t buy us things you think we want, or worse, think we *should *want. We don’t, and we won’t. When we say “Don’t make a big deal about it”, we mean it. We aren’t kidding, we are not covering up some deep emotional need. We don’t have them. A hug, maybe. An occasional hug. Once in a while.
Of course, there are exceptions, but if they want it, they’ll find a way to let you know. Usually some subtle, nuanced thing like “I want that.” And that’s cool, not every man has the same set of needs. Besides, you likely wouldn’t interrupt the game with them, they’re looking at swatches. So, cool.
Anyway, here is your thread and forum, fellow Dads, soldiers of the automobile, the lawn and the spider. Get it off your chest, they’ll never know.