Posted on 04/01/2004 2:24:45 AM PST by goldstategop
Can't believe that all you posters - and, indeed, his editor let this one slip by unchallenged. It's in the Bash Limbaugh Category - criticizing Rush without ever having listened. Simon Cowell does NOT flip the bird to contestants - EVER. Someone made a minor flap about the way Simon placed his hand on his right cheek while Paul Abdul was praising a contestant Cowell didn't like. But it wasn't the bird.
This one line stopped me from reading what was probably a decent, thoughtful article. It shows a laziness and a disregard for journalistic integrity.
Michael
Since my daughter was little, I carefully taught her that "all boys are scumbags".
On a serious note I did experience a transistion time with my daughter before she got romantically involved with boys which I wasn't expecting. She wanted to cuddle with me. While watching TV or reading she would snuggle up like she did when she was a little girl. Something told me that my presence was helping her in a way that I didn't quite understand.
< Ron Perlman Voice >Son, I just want you to know, I've got nothing against going back to prison. < /Perlman >
Ms Steinem? I didn't know you were a FReeper!
Much truth in that.
The feminists started out objecting to women as sex objects. By helping to devalue masculinity (and therefore fatherhood) they have produced an entire generation of girls who only know how to be a SEX OBJECT.
Nice job, Gloria. You should be proud.
You should see the stuff I see at the college where I am currently assigned. Mothers walking with their daughters, the daughter is only perhaps 16-18 and has several tattoos, piercings, etc. So does the mother. I attribute this to perhaps a mother wanting to be "best friends" with her daughter?
The same for dress. And no, I'm not looking back at the "good old days", as I've worked around colleges in some form, on and off for going on 16 1/2 years. When they held summer school here at the college, it was not unusual to see high school girls with no bras, low-riders, etc. Very "in your face" dressing. How parents let their kids leave the house like that is amazing.
I blame feminazis and the media culture war that is being waged against fathers.
Right on target.
And when a father is distant, removed, and not deserving of respect, the Grandfather should step in.
Oh, I forgot, the, "old people", are shipped off to a retirement home, aren't they.
The death of the extended family will hurt us in more ways than one.
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a balding, middle-aged, dimwit. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all- knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
The perfect plan. Unfortunately, due to various medical difficulties my daughter is likely to be my only child. No brothers to protect her so I'll have to do it all.
I'm kind of leaning towards bars on the windows and locks on the doors until she's 18. Then I'll institute a work for date program. It'll run something like this. "So you want to take my daughter on a date? Here's a brush. Paint the garage. When you're done I'll inspect your work and decide"
She may go out but at least I'll have much less work to do.
(can't resist posting a pic even if it is an old one. She was actually about 2 1/2 in this pic)
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