Fathers are frequently under-appreciated hardworking, dishes-cleaning-up, bottle-getting, paycheck-bringing-home sports-watching, wife-angering confused-heads. Honestly, you could not pay me enough to swap my lady bits for a man package… no matter how privileged and easily orgasmed the lot of them are.
To be a man in this society means to be wrong most of the time, all the while carrying around the equipment and the gender of rightness. To have (on a good day) no clue what you did to deserve that particular look, or door slam, or low-level simmering resentment. If you are a man, to put it mildly, you’re in a bit of a pickle.
But let’s say you survived Mother’s Day relatively unscathed. You bought the spa certificate, the flowers, and watched the kids for the afternoon so she could get out. What are your hopes and dreams for Father’s Day? Maybe a nice sleep-in, a shag, a baseball game, or time to read a good book. Should you be a highly evolved sort, perhaps Father’s Day will involve a free morning for yoga, a kefir cleanse, or tantra.
This is the kind of postive press that we dads need. And it’s also the type of gesture that will garner you sexual favors from men across the globe.
So THANK YOU.
Well said. As usual…
Very good & encouraging. A fresh father post from my “Worst Father Contest” this week.
My husband usually settles for some “service” to his member for father’s day
He’s a happy camper.
My husband would love this. And I definitely do. I’ve got a little red number with accompanying thong that will show just the right amount of appreciation on Father’s Day.
A rockalicious set of recommends!
Baseball game? Nope.
Shag(s) Yes.
Sleep-in. Yes.
We’re simple like that.
I watch enough sports.
I get sufficient sleep.
I’ll take the shag, for a thousand, Alex.