Happy Misandry Day!!
Today is Fathers' Day.
Since Mothers' Day was a scant month ago, it's still fresh in my memory. Let us contrast, shall we?
MD: Special speech about the value of being a mother in Sunday School.
FD: No mention.
MD: All the women get long-stemmed red roses.
MD: Restaurants are full of people taking their mothers to lunch.
FD: The grocery stores have specials on meat so that Dad can grill his own lunch. And everyone else's.
MD: Cards are either sentimental, expressing the value of mothers and what the mean or jokey about shopping.
FD: Cards are jokey about how dads are either lazy (sleeping all afternoon in a hammock) or clumsy (botching DIY jobs, etc.)
MD: Advertised gifts include jewelry, fine apparel, purses, spa days.
FD: Advertised gifts include power tools (to clumsily do DIY jobs, I guess), ties and cheap polo shirts
So let me ask this. Why is there even a Fathers' Day? What's the purpose? Does this society in any way consider a father someone to be either admired or revered? If I were an alien from another planet I would think that fathers these days are buffoons and this holiday is designed to mock them.
It makes me sad. I have a wonderful father who loves his family above all else and has spent his entire life making sacrifices to provide the best for his family. He busted his butt through college and law school, he worked countless hours building up a decent law practice and went into debt to educate his kids, pay for weddings and family vacations. He sacrficed to make sure all FOUR of his kids got to go to Europe. In addition, one daughter went to London and the other to Greece and Israel. He used his precious vacation time for his kids. Instead of sitting in a hammock he drove an unweildy camper through 42 of the 50 United States so his kids could have a hands-on experience of America. He spent most of his weekends either working around the house or taking us on camping trips to see all the State Parks of Indiana. He still sacrifices this day, extending his generosity to the spouses of his adult children, his three grandchildren and three grand-dogs. He is not a buffoon. He is not lazy. I didn't send him a card, and if he reads this blog he will understand why. I hate the cards and their lack of respect for the men who make small miracles for the children they bring into this world.
So happy Father's day, dad. I hope that in time society will appreciate you and your role as much as I do.