Dawn of the Dads
August 17, 2009



This past weekend, my family had the pleasure of hosting the monthly neighborhood security watch meeting at our place. And little that I know, never having attended any of the previous meetings, and playing the role of my parent's right hand man for the day, apart from rigorously coordinating the F&B setup and logistic arrangements, hosting such a gathering would also mean having to endure, above anything else, bad jokes.

Especially when you're the sole representative of your generation.

With the kids already locking themselves up in the playroom seconds into entering the house, the moms meticulously analyzing the new curtain and no one from my age group within sight, I was left with no choice but to hang out with the street's kings of comedy (or so they thought), the dads.

They're always a lively bunch... the dads. And I'm pretty sure you've seen them before. They're everywhere. From weddings to open houses to reunions to the golf course, usually seen in a circle and generating occasional burst of laughters loud enough to deafen a baby elephant, the dads can never get enough of their own jokes; most of which revolve around the subjects of politics, their wives, work, their better halves, sports, their life partners, the traffic and the mothers to their children.

“Here's a good one, here's a good one... I got it off the Internet and tried it out right away. We were getting ready to go out the other day and I went, honey, you can definitely dress to kill, can't you? Surely you can cook for that too! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“HAHAHAHAHA!”

They do make me wonder, though. Given the number of men who share the similar trait once they become dads and are well in their 40s and beyond, would I, some time in the future, end up like them as well? Sure they are, more often than not, much adored and revered for being the lovely men that they are. Yet the prospect of living a life of finding enjoyment in bad humor -- which some say we already are, doing -- does terrify me.

What terrifies me further, though, are the glimpses of them that I'm starting to see in us. Usually during gatherings, I usually find myself inadvertently forming this circle with my friends. One that resembles that of the dads'. And before you know it, we're already replicating their iconic burst of laughters. Only that, our jokes, are always of the most superior of qualities.

To which people outside the circle, however, would usually strongly beg to differ. Together with the majority of our girl friends, who often label our jokes as, mildly put, utterly dreadful, my own little sisters have been our harshest critics. As every time I crack a joke that would never fail with the guys, I receive nothing more complimentary than a hairbrush being thrown my way.

I guess those are the very reasons behind people's variety in accepting different types of humor. The dads are, in fact, old enough to be our dads. My sisters are actually young enough to believe that becoming a 'princess' is a valid career aspiration. And our girl friends are, as far as we can tell, women. Age and gender differences' role behind it all are simply all too significant.

But I reckon through time, the whole cycle would still eventually repeat itself, whether we like it or not. As much as we'd like to age like Sean Connery, we'd still have to reluctantly admit that our waistlines are getting no smaller, our hairlines are getting no thicker and our sense of fashion are, at least according to the girls, so last Thursday. Just as we're finding the elderly's jokes unbearable today, our kids will someday find our jokes just as dire.

For we are all, after all, men; us and the dads. And what makes a man, are his charisma, and sense of humor. I'm sure our future wives could back us up on that someday. So long as... they're not literally on our backs and breaking 'em! HAHAHAHAHA!

Oh dear.



Comments:

I can't help but wonder what our children's generation will think of us... and just what they'll get up to that will shock us!
 

We don't even have to go that far at times. Two years are good enough to separate a generation these days. :-o
 

awww... serih. u are so adorable. always letting ur kid sisters bully u. heh.
 

u should have a sunday column mr. Medill
 

Ajah: To say I 'let' them would be too nice.

Rays: Not unless the news company wants to go out of business.
 

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