I Do Believe in Fairies!!!

The Internets weren't doing it for me today; I was getting bored of EverQuest, and doing Google image searches on such words as "fart" and "doody" became tedious, so I waltzed on over to Blogging Baby to check out the action. Lo and behold, I found a post that struck a nerve!

Seems that Heather has a bit of a problem. She married a Guy. (Those of you who don't know what a Guy is, go ahead and pop Say Anything into the ol' DVD player. We'll wait.)

Now, I empathize with Heather and the millions - nay, billions - of women who married their Guys thinking that they'd cast away all vestiges of the things they did in what I tell Beth are the Pre-You Days. I am, after all, a Guy who asked for a Sector 9 skateboard for his 37th birthday (it's coming up, if you'd like to donate to the fund) and an Xbox 360 for Father's Day. I surf and I spend way too much money on DVDs and I read the occasional comic book - excuse me, graphic novel - and I took up the sport of rugby at the ripe old age of 35. I'm also a guy who works his ass off in a demanding job that requires considerable skill and experience, who works hard at being the best dad he can possibly be, and who works hard at being the best husband he can possibly be. I suspect that the vast majority of dads out there do the same, and I suspect that on occasion, such dads like to have a little time to do the things that they like to do - play golf, surf, play videogames, skateboards, go grab a beer with their friends, watch Monty Python movies and recite the lines along with the actors, whatnot. I suspect that most dads, far from being what I refer to as "fucking idiots", have their priorities in order, and believe that balancing work, marriage, fatherhood, and "me" time is essential to being all things to all people. Personally, I don't see that there's much wrong with a little "regression" every now and then; you're only as young as you feel, after all. There does seem to be a bit of backlash against dads who fail to live up to the standards set by Ward Cleaver; the whole "grup" thing seems to be a thinly veiled stab at dads who fail to act like the slipper-wearin' pipe-smokin' paper-readin' Lazy Boy Jockeys of Olde. But the last time I checked, Ward Cleaver was still dead.

Keep in mind, however, that I said "most" dads. Clearly, there are exceptions.