I love celebrating.
But I hate celebrating people/events that aren’t worth it.
A two-year old who successfully uses the toilet may be entitled to an M&M. A seventeen year old is not.
You’re dad. So am I. But whether or not we deserve Father’s Day is a completely different matter.
- It takes relatively little effort to become a biological father. And, admittedly, it’s kinda fun. So, I’m not impressed that we’re sperm donors. In fact, this act is so easy that it’s daily taken for granted. Every day countless children are massacred because a baby was created accidentally. We’re biological fathers . . . big deal
- I’m also not amazed that we put food on the table, a roof over their heads, or clothes on their backs. Let me admit that I am typing specifically with the typical American dad in mind when I say that providing the basic necessities of life isn’t so momentous that it’s worthy of its own special day. It’s called doing your job. Please also remember that this is coming from someone who (according to the US government) makes enough money to qualify me for the title “in poverty.” Providing basic (or lavish needs) = not worthy of celebrating.
- We’re the “men of the house.” This phrase is extremely subjective, but basically it means that when we speak, people move. It doesn’t take into consideration the way we speak or what we say, it just sums up the fact that we’re the boss and the people in our homes do what we say. They have another day to celebrate these people. It’s called “Hug a Dictator Day.”
None of this is deserving of national notice.