When my first neice was born about four years ago, my brother-in-law confided to me that he was wanting a boy, and the main reason is because he “knows what girls are like” and therefore will be a total nervous wreck when she gets to be about fifteen or sixteen.
I mollified him a little bit by telling him he should be proactive and encourage his daughter to become a lesbian.
Hey, lighten up, everyone. Nobody would sleep with me until I was nineteen, so your girls will all be safe for a while longer. Ummmm I think that logic works?
Dads, our work here is done 
Seriously, dads joke a lot to cover up the fact that it is difficult for us to see our daughters as sexual creatures. Regardless of what you may think, it is no secret to us what teenage girls do. In fact, since we were once teenage boys, we know all too well what teenage girls do with teenage boys.
This dichotomy of knowing that our teenage girls are sexual creatures, but our inability to see them as such, creates a state of cognitive dissonance that makes us do things like threaten the "testosterone-crazed semen messengers " who come around our “Hot Teenage Chickie-Babe.” (I love you people!)
So, to get back to the original question, do you see any difference between guys ogling your daughters and ogling your wife? Is one acceptable and the other not? Or is either one equally OK or objectionable to you?
Guys like to look at attractive women, it’s beyond their control and is just pleasant…like a sunset or whatever. That said:
Do NOT oogle my wife when I am obviously with her. Sure, she’s attractive, but you might just as well stroll up to me and tell me you want my wife.
Do NOT oogle my daughters. The oldest is 7–you or I will end up in jail if you do this. If you MUST oogle my daughter, and you are close in age to her, you are alright, but don’t touch without her permission.
For the touch-her-and-die camp: Now, if it were a teenage son of yours, getting ogled, touched even, by sex-crazed girls, what would your reaction be? The same? Close? Or would you congratulate him?
I know firsthand that the female sex drive does exist. If a boy came on too boldly against my will, I’d smack 'im. If his advances were welcome - and they occasionally are - my reactions would be my own. I am not a porcelain doll. I have a brain. Many teenage girls do, though not all.
Incidentally, I haven’t had much of this problem with my parents. Perhaps we’ll see when I have my first sexual experience.
Hmm. Straight Line.
So What Are You Doin’ Friday? 
(Is it really Princess Anya Smith?)
Probably painting hiroglyphics on strangers’ driveways. As usual. (Who’s Princess Anya Smith?)
Nevermind.
This thread just goes to show - more people need to stop and think before they have kids. Clearly not everyone can handle it.
Well speaking as a barely-teenaged (19) son, I should like to mention that my dad would probably go completely spastic if he spotted a guy oggling me (oddly enough, he was more than enthused about girls. C’est la vie). My personal feeling is it is less about the gender of the child and more about the gender of the oggler. Men oggling = threat to child vs Women oggling = no threat
Stupid? Heck yeah. Amusing? Well so far he’s not spotted any of them, but its amusing how blind he can be. I’m sure he will at some point flip out in a supremely amusing way.
won’t someone please think of the virgins??!
No daughters here (not yet, at least), but I’m reminded of this anecdote from a former coworker of mine. Said coworker has a father who’s building his own house down in Mexico. Nice ranch-style place, perpetually being worked on, ostensibly for eventual settlement in the twilight years.
Anyway, whenever one of his daughters started attracting a young strappin’ suitor, pere would invite him down to the Mexican ranch home and show him around. "Yes, we’ll put up another bedroom here, maybe extend the roof over the patio there…
“…oh, and here in the back yard is where we’re digging the trench for the sewer line. Be careful, don’t lean over – it’s a really deep trench. If you were to fall in there, there’d be no way to get you out, know what I mean?”
As far as I know, none of the daughters ever had a problem with boys.
Look at my wife. Beautiful, is she not? Don’t ogle to the point that you creep us out and ruin our dinner if we’re at a restaurant, but look if you want. Knock-out, isn’t she? Why she’d want to be with me, I don’t know, but she is and I’m secure with that. Elated, even. Men generally don’t pose a threat to my wife. When I see a man look at my wife, I don’t really expect he can hurt her, nor do I expect that he and she will wind up having sex. However, I do know that the boys who will ogle my daughter will be able to hurt her (physically, emotionally, whatever). Certainly there is a chance that they will end up having sex. Also, I remember the predatory attitudes some of my fellow boys had when I was growing up, and I prefer my daughter not be preyed upon. Additionally, seeing boys ogle my daughter will remind me that she will then be at least on the verge of having the freedom to really go out and be unsafe. Her freedom will definitely be at odds with my desire to keep her at home, safe and sound and happy. Plus, well, she’s my little girl and she will probably still be that way when she’s thirteen, twenty-three, and even thirty-three, and let’s not let reality interfere with that fact. So will I give her the opportunities to go out, get ogled, and even do things I don’t want to think about with those little punk oglers? Yeah, I’m sure I will, but man will I ever hate it.
Due to cultural, psychological, and probably biological reasons, at least some of us know that our little girls are sweet and innocent and need to be protected from the evil boys who would corrupt them. Stupid? In a lot of ways, yes, for sure. But we humans think and do a lot of illogical things, don’t we?
And yes, I’ve exaggerated a few things in this post for effect, but not very much. 
Question for dads who don’t like people ogling their daughters:
How would/do you react re: your sons ogling women?
I would teach my son to respect women. Nonetheless, it wouldn’t bother me too much, what with the double standard and all. Mind you, this post and my above post is brought to you by honest emotional reactions untouched by morality or good logic. I would shake my head though and tell him he looked stupid when he stared and drooled.
My Daddy is an avid gun collector…not a hunter…never hunted a day in his life…
Anyway, first time a boy came to pick me up for a date (at age 15) my Daddy was downstairs in his “gun room”. I went down to say goodbye to him and he looked at my date and said,
“See this gun? It would blow a little bity hole in you. Now this beauty over here…this would blow a great big huge hole in you. You kids have fun. You’ll be home by ten, right?”
And the first time Sauron came over to meet him? Mind you, I was a 23 year old divorced mom myself at this time…first thing I think my Dad said to him was, “Has Aries ever told you about my gun collection? Come on down…let me show you around a bit.”
My Daddy rocks.
I want to run for President of the “Touch-My-Daughter-And-You’re-History Club”.
I don’t care what all the other girls in history have done…she’s MY princess.
Two daughters, now 21 and 25. Both exceptionally bright and educated, with beauty heretofore unknown on this planet.
The eldest knew what she wanted - and boys were not on the list for many years.
The youngest - different attitude, but still I trusted her. In fact, I went on a lunch date with her and her boyfriend on her 16th birthday…
We met at a local eatery, in the parking lot. I’d arrived first, so was leaning against the open trunk of my car when they arrived.
As they approached me, I stood tall (6’4", 200 - enough to instill dread in any youngster), but noticed he was tall and heavy - a football player for the school.
Plan B. As I stood up, the trunk of my car lifted, exposing it’s treasures to all. The young man stopped in front of me, introduced himself and we shook hands.
I kept looking at his knees. His curiosity took over and asked, “Something wrong, Sir?”
“No,” I replied, “Just choosing which knee I will break if you hurt my daughter.”
Turning around, I closed the trunk of my car, covering the ax handle resting inside.
Never had a problem with her dates after that.
My oldest told me years later about her fix for over-eager dates. She’d simply told them I was a crazy Viet vet…
Man some people in this thread are screwed up.
In my experience, nothing takes that “Who Is This Nice Young Man My Daughter Has Brought In? Perhaps He Was Wandering Lost, Looking For A Beer. Maybe I’ll Offer Him One.” friendly grin off Daddy’s face like his daughter introducing you as a date/prospective boyfriend/boyfriend. Oh, the friendly grin may remain, but we can see the red, muderous rage behind their eyes.
Which is only fair, since teenage boys are only out for one thing, and that’s speaking as one who was one not too long ago.