tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post4144723467968085604..comments2024-03-28T10:04:26.841-05:00Comments on Althouse: "What will go away, albeit slowly, is the image or the perception of the befuddled dad."Ann Althousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01630636239933008807noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-13632100104644228012012-12-05T12:36:23.028-06:002012-12-05T12:36:23.028-06:00Sliced oranges at halftime are very common at rugb...Sliced oranges at halftime are very common at rugby games.<br /><br />And <i>you need leather balls to play rugby</i>.<br /><br />(I was just a spectator.)Rich Rostromhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13262703348236110420noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-55658926551754978522012-12-04T13:40:35.896-06:002012-12-04T13:40:35.896-06:00Those Mom and Dad families with jobs and churches ...Those Mom and Dad families with jobs and churches and aunts and uncles are so - I don't know - WHITE or MIDDLE CLASS or something.<br /><br />Racist or sexist or gender-identificationist or WASP-y or something bad, whatever it is.Conserve Libertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07649460157537646042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-89405844873420245132012-12-04T13:15:34.259-06:002012-12-04T13:15:34.259-06:00First question is how many kids will even have dad...First question is how many kids will even have dads playing an active role in their lives. 40% of births are to unmarried women and I can't imagine that many of these babies will be spending enough time with their dads for their dads to have much impact on them. And then there are a lot of kids of divorce whose fathers are out of the picure or only marginally in the picture. <br /><br />carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18161943772504435936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-990606636267076142012-12-04T13:13:50.817-06:002012-12-04T13:13:50.817-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18161943772504435936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-30715984724202848492012-12-04T13:13:46.993-06:002012-12-04T13:13:46.993-06:00This comment has been removed by the author.carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18161943772504435936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-18957090198763172962012-12-04T12:52:08.512-06:002012-12-04T12:52:08.512-06:00What Conserve Liberty said.
If TV commercials, or...What Conserve Liberty said.<br /><br />If TV commercials, or TV shows, or Pop Culture, are raising your kids -- well, there's your problem right there.delagarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18197857250240640822noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-10352230349811032782012-12-04T12:23:36.751-06:002012-12-04T12:23:36.751-06:00Freeman + rhhardin == humor squared! :-)
Freeman + rhhardin == humor squared! :-)<br />Kirk Parkerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05921711310191924997noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-38399066822972677892012-12-04T12:07:38.152-06:002012-12-04T12:07:38.152-06:00Oranges are to replace fluids - during halftime.
...Oranges are to replace fluids - during halftime.<br /><br />LEGO bricks are a good Christmas present, especially when they're just boxes of bricks or collections of people. My three children (28G, 26B and 22G) played with them for YEARS - and for hours on Christmas Day and until we de-decorated the house.<br /><br />Boot Socks are a good Christmas present. Books are better. Antique framed prints are better. Anything Dad, or Uncle Chris or Mom or Aunt Sarah made is better - ANYTHING. Something someone else (anonymous) hand made is a good present.<br /><br />Speak "adult" to children. Eat in the dining room on flatware and china, together, every night. Converse. Only watch television when someone else is also watching - that's a rule. Make it more fun to do things at home with you than to go to the mall and they'll stay home.<br /><br />Yeah, I did my turn at the orange quarters; changed diapers; bought clothes (dresses <i>and</i> pants, with and without them); made meals (and brown-bag lunches) drove them where they needed to be; let them do whatever it was and then picked them up; coached, Scouted (Girl and Boy - the Girl Scout thing was a battle, though - some mothers thought I must be a perv).<br /><br />Raising children is an active pursuit you do for them over a couple decades, not for your own ego over a couple days. Trouble is, you don't know whether it worked until it is too late to do anything about it.<br /><br />28G = Network News Producer<br />25B = Construction Project Manager and married<br />22G = Ph.D. candidate<br /><br />They're completely independent, thoughtful, confident, physically fit, socially adept (and socialized) - in short, we did well.<br /><br />Teachers regularly asked us what we did differently than the other parents to "make" our children.<br /><br />It was the talking to them as if they were adults and the eating together. Everything else is just ornaments.Conserve Libertyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07649460157537646042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-72460104421412552662012-12-04T10:46:09.141-06:002012-12-04T10:46:09.141-06:00Is the "good father" represented by the ...Is the "good father" represented by the poodle? Is that it?Strelnikovhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12520900676193170036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-73092557535327639452012-12-04T10:26:57.231-06:002012-12-04T10:26:57.231-06:00Back in the '80s I liked to host racquetball p...Back in the '80s I liked to host racquetball parties. Always had bowls of cut up oranges around because I had always found bowls of cut up oranges at club tournaments. I liked them. I always have grapes ready after exercise walks. I don't get the disdain for snacks after a game. When we allow ourselves to get too hungry, we make bad food choices.<br /><br />Bought 2 tag team wrestling belts for a young nephew for the holidays. He must have 2 because, of course, its a tag team. I'm tempted to say that I'm reinforcing gender stereotypes, but my own grandma loved, loved, loved wrestling.<br /><br />And I love Legos. What engineer doesn't? Christyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12623422545436294378noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-12930480350855174342012-12-04T10:07:50.992-06:002012-12-04T10:07:50.992-06:00It never ends.<a href="http://www.theheathledger.com/2010/06/landon-donovan-to-bring-snack-for-match.html" rel="nofollow">It never ends.</a>Known Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15029003649395214104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-86246933273057423352012-12-04T10:06:23.838-06:002012-12-04T10:06:23.838-06:00This must end. It must end on the soccer fields. I...<i>This must end. It must end on the soccer fields. It must end with the room mothers </i><br /><br />We shall fight on the soccer pitches<br />We shall fight on the softball diamonds<br />We shall fight on the football fields <br />and in the classrooms<br />We shall fight on the playgrounds<br />We shall never surrenderKnown Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15029003649395214104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-22400588197611406302012-12-04T10:03:43.601-06:002012-12-04T10:03:43.601-06:00In our house I was the pussy, buying gifts like un...<i>In our house I was the pussy, buying gifts like underwear and socks and neatly-wrapped school supplies.</i><br /><br />Sorry, badass frontiersman, but there is no more manly gift for Chritmas than underwear and socks. Toys? Feh. Toys are for <i>kids</i>. Socks are what <i>grownups</i> get.<br /><br />Seriously, my hard core farmer uncle always gave me and my brothers warm, plain boot socks - the cream-colored kind with red toes, heels and cuffs. It always made me feel adult, like he viewed me as a man, an equal, and not some snotty kid to be catered to. So I guess what I'm saying is that I realize now that while I <i>thought</i> he was giving me socks, he was giving me a hell of a lot more than that.Rocketeerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05277758566013062712noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-37093592523009339862012-12-04T10:00:38.576-06:002012-12-04T10:00:38.576-06:00He won.
You sacrificed yourself for a noble cause...<i>He won.</i><br /><br />You sacrificed yourself for a noble cause. <br /><br />Of that, you should be proud. Known Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15029003649395214104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-16619365503566133622012-12-04T09:15:17.060-06:002012-12-04T09:15:17.060-06:00In our house I was the pussy, buying gifts like un...In our house I was the pussy, buying gifts like underwear and socks and neatly-wrapped school supplies. Santa was the stud, bringing matched sets of throwing knives, tactical tanto blades, shotguns, 1911A1 .45s, and elk rifles; filling stockings with ammo and the garage with clay pigeons. I was the uneasy accomodation with the feminizing trend and did my best to model SNAGish behavior; he stood for traditional values: cutting and blasting. <br /><br />He won.<br />Simon Kentonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03569879198630338210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-25394700524794336232012-12-04T09:06:49.742-06:002012-12-04T09:06:49.742-06:00I'm happy to report that my husband shares equ...<i>I'm happy to report that my husband shares equal Frito-pie-from-the-concession-stand buying duties</i><br /><br />Is there anything better than Frito Pie? I don't think so.the gold diggerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09134199198587591427noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-46976959302390507662012-12-04T08:57:34.896-06:002012-12-04T08:57:34.896-06:00No home baked treats. Only purchased wrapped treat...No home baked treats. Only purchased wrapped treats. Not everyone's kitchen meets USDA standards.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12418832032663751497noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-1180395661247306382012-12-04T08:46:54.090-06:002012-12-04T08:46:54.090-06:00What will go away... is the image or the perceptio...<i>What will go away... is the image or the perception of the befuddled dad.<br /><br />Can you see why?</i><br /><br />Because if you put an adult male in the commercials, then Julia's bastard daughter will become confused and keep raising the issue with her government-provided childcare's mandatory on-site psychiatrist during her thrice-weekly counseling sessions.<br /><br />It's for the children.Ignorance is Blisshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17351664545145783244noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-65343941957982903392012-12-04T08:35:05.707-06:002012-12-04T08:35:05.707-06:00Yes, fruit at halftime and massive sugar afterward...Yes, fruit at halftime and massive sugar afterwards. With a subtle escalation among some Moms to make the treats ever more elaborate. Except for the Hispanic Moms, who rightly wonder what the hell it's all about. I was glad when my kids moved onto football in the sixth grade. Better seating and (surprisingly) less parental posturing.The Cracker Emcee Refulgenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14092601135276316645noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-18986160768121385962012-12-04T08:18:28.661-06:002012-12-04T08:18:28.661-06:00I admit to still being befuddled.I admit to still being befuddled.Paddy Ohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10442537362540160512noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-9244239036106259972012-12-04T08:07:40.350-06:002012-12-04T08:07:40.350-06:00Capri Sun and Goldfish after the games, of course....Capri Sun and Goldfish after the games, of course. Because the little tykes are going to friggin' STARVE TO DEATH between the final whistle and lunch in a half hour.<br /><br />How did this happen? I'll tell you how it happens. <br /><br />One mother decides "I'm going to bring a snack so I can validate my existence and prove what a great mother I am, even though my kid is already a spoiled brat, can't learn to kick a soccer ball and disrupts any chance of any of the other kids having a meaningful learning experience through team sports."<br /><br />Then, after one game, that narcissistic mother goes into full-on martyrdom mode: "I worked hard to make sure your children didn't STARVE TO DEATH before lunch. Let's make a signup sheet so that every parent can be responsible for a game on the schedule."<br /><br />Then it escalates: Popsicles. Baked goods. Organic granola ("because I care more about your kids eating pesticide-laced Goldfish than you do").<br /><br />This must end. It must end on the soccer fields. It must end with the room mothers ("We've decided that each week a student is going to make a craft and bring in home-baked cookies - no peanuts, please - to celebrate how great our teacher is and how great a job she's doing. Which Friday would you like to sign up for?")<br /> Charleshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12913840917465197669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-49720137170759313632012-12-04T07:58:34.807-06:002012-12-04T07:58:34.807-06:00I'm happy to report that my husband shares equ...I'm happy to report that my husband shares equal Frito-pie-from-the-concession-stand buying duties with me for our softball playing daughters. <br /><br />I Have Misplaced My Pantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16170206151454145154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-25829792479124508262012-12-04T07:57:59.770-06:002012-12-04T07:57:59.770-06:00I think the 'befuddled dad' thing was most...I think the 'befuddled dad' thing was mostly just an act; a simple way of saying 'I don't want to be bothered' without hurting the kids' feelings. The marketing types didn't pick up on that and reinforced the stereotype so much it became the pop culture reality.Astrohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03588265716990310130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-15140680456844384872012-12-04T07:56:44.136-06:002012-12-04T07:56:44.136-06:00Apparently you guys were raised in a neglectful so...Apparently you guys were raised in a neglectful soccer atmosphere. Where I grew up, sliced oranges were for <i>halftime</i>, while a Capri Sun and a granola bar were for <i>after</i> the game. With separate schedules for each. I Have Misplaced My Pantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16170206151454145154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329595.post-13825147394843823752012-12-04T07:52:56.365-06:002012-12-04T07:52:56.365-06:00They cut up a deer after rugby games.They cut up a deer after rugby games.rhhardinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06901742898653890646noreply@blogger.com