Take your dad to brunch. Maybe coax him into getting that extra bloody mary. Then, after he’s railed about the Commies and puked all over his own khakis, tuck dad into bed and head to Central Cinema tonight to watch Stranger writers Cienna Madrid and Derek Erdman (along with the Hugo House’s Brian McGuigan) talk about their awful fathers in an audio-visual odyssey titled “Fuck Father’s Day.” After you’ve heard the hilarious, mortifying stories they have to tell about the men who knocked their moms up, you will call your drunk, slightly racist dad and thank him for not being one of these three terrible men. That’s a successful Father’s Day, right there.
Happy Father’s Day
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You know, there’s cynicism and then there’s just pissing in the face of the world. Usually, Paul, you know the difference.
My step father sexually molested me….so this is kinda a fucked up holiday for me
My father was a great guy. Terrific husband and father. Then he died when he was only 47. As I got grew up and met some of my friends fathers, I came to realize that having a dead father wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to a person.
delete that “got”.
My father is my best friend, my favorite drinking buddy, and can fix anything.
Hey, Paul, it kind of sounds like you’re a chubby guy with issues, but I might be wrong.
My father worked hard, hardly drank, was good to his family and stayed with my Mom right to the end. Even if some of his views were kind of archaic, he always listened to my opinions and I think I changed his mind about some things as the years wore on. I realize many fathers aren’t like this, which makes me appreciate him even more.
My father was a good man, an imperfect man. We disagreed plenty, mostly for the reasons a sensitive, intelligent man fears for his bright, innocent, headstrong child. And for the reason many adults of a certain age mistrust change. I chafed at his protection, but now, as a parent, understand what that was all about. I try to do better, but holy crap. (Am I right, parents?)
Dad died in November. In the end we loved each other, and many of the final decisions fell on me. We often disagreed, but I know where his heart was, and hope I did right by him, like he hoped he did right by me. Nothing’s simple or obvious when it comes to parenting.
And props to my husband, a super dad himself, for walking the parenting path so faithfully, despite its uncertain rewards.
My father and I spent many years being each others’ least favorite person. Sad, but it happens.
He died at 55, but I am happy to say that in his last couple of years we gradually became not-so-much each others’ least favorite person. Sometimes things get better.
Many years later I had a dream about him. In it, we were parting and I told him that while I couldn’t go along with him on this journey, I wished him the best and I hoped we would see each other again. Maybe we will, and we will have some things to talk about.
On this date in 1953, our government executed Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, orphaning their two sons Robert and Michael. When all the boys’ relatives refused to, the writer of Billie Holliday’s song “Strange Fruit” and his wife adopted them.
Happy Father’s Day.
I realize that many people had bad fathers, but I wasn’t one of them. Happy Father’s Day, Papa Vel-DuRay, wherever you are.
we made breakfast for my Dad, at 8am, a but late for him and not to painfully early for my sister and then took him hiking out along the Sonoma County coast.
it was a beautiful day, and although my sister got a bit car sick, no one puked.
Cienna’s reading was funny ,but 9 bucks for that was a ripp off! I hate to say it, but the slide show with the chubby kid was lame.
My father is dead!
(No, seriously, it’s not some sick GenX joke. He really did die in January. He never molested me. He used to scratch my back to help me fall asleep and he let me stay up to watch Star Trek when it moved to 10 pm. Lots more.)