Friday, June 17, 2011

F.U.F. - Father's Day Gifts

Ah, Father's Day. Whenever Father's day rolls around, it inevitably pisses me off. Why? Well it's not because I hate dads. Not at all..but I hate how stores try and pigeonhole every single fucking dad into a stereotype.

There's DIY DAD.


Then, there's GOLF DAD.


BBQ CHEFMASTER DAD


SPORTS DAD!


Corporate Dad


FISHING DAD!

So...that's nice and all for kids that have Cookie Cutter Dads. What if you don't, though..like me? My Dad isn't ANY of these dads. He's a fucking awesome rockstar. So what do you get a Dad like that?
Well, lately I've been going with "nothing", but I do remember when I was young I got him one of those balls that has handles that you bounce on. It was of those gifts not unlike when Homer got Marge the bowling ball, being that it was more for me than him. I at least got it in a colour he liked.
Fuck you, Hallmark et al, for stereotyping Dads everywhere, and making it next to impossible for me to find a relevant Father's Day gift or card, forcing me to be creative. I use about 10% of my brain-power, and I'M PROUD OF IT!

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