WordPress was being naughty this morning. Is it prejudiced against Canadians? Well, it should be. Anyway, I’m reposting it because that’s just the way I am.
Mr. Secretary-General, Mrs. Secretary-General, all the little Secretary-Generals: good morning.
I stand before you today, resplendent in gabardine, wearing this pith helmet at a jaunty angle just so, in order to speak for the fathers of the world, a position I find myself privileged to be in due to my first-hand knowledge of the subject and having craftily snuck past security, which is surprisingly lax given the venue.
Fatherhood in 2013, I regret to say, is in a plate of mayonnaise. Sorry, that can’t be right… can’t read my own writing… oh, here we go: Fatherhood in 2013 is in a state of malaise. “Is fatherhood still relevant?” they ask. “Do we need fathers at all?” they postulate. “Have you fixed that windowsill yet?” they badger. Much in the way that I am viciously slapping around this goggle-eyed sock puppet on my left hand, contemporary fatherhood is under attack. But…
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