17 June 2006
Tall guy at the far end of the table
"Call me Dad," says Chuck Cohen to his progeny:
One reason I liked being a Dad is that Dad definitely sounds as if the person referred to is younger than the age on his driver's license. Someone who is called "Father" by his children belongs in a Victorian novel. He wears a coat and tie to the dinner table, "harrumphs" a lot, looks disparagingly upon all attempts at levity, and refers to his wife as "Mother." He belongs in a stiffly posed portrait hung above a mantle.
I harrumph a lot, but getting me into a coat and tie usually requires a funeral. And I'm all in favor of that level of informality that stops just short of "breezy."
"Obi-Wan never told you what happened to your dad."
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my dad. Prepare to die."
But if they ever come out with a pain reliever specifically for men women have Midol and Pamprin and such I hope they have the temerity to call it "Dadvil."Posted at 2:22 PM to Next Generation