Don't Take Me Seriously - Book - Page 158
Why fathers are
the way we are
T
he mother-daughter bond is generally
revered in our society as the big one — hence,
Mother’s Day was cooked
up nearly 60 years before
dads got their due on the
calendar.
And a quick perusal of
ancient lore will find that
mother celebrations have
been going on since time
immemorial. A perfect example is a three-day Roman festival called Hilaria (um-hm, Hilaria, which
needs no further comment).
However, another quick
perusal of ancient lore will
not find holidays focused
on fathers, per se.
Of course, I read that the
woman who came up with
Mother’s Day was told by
her mother that men already had too many holidays.
But isn’t that, really, the
dodge women have been
putting on us since we
Jim
WALKER
DON’T TAKE ME SERIOUSLY
brought them language,
my brothers? That we are
shirkers of the chores they
decide we should be performing?
But I digress.
Now, if there had been a
Roman holiday dedicated to
fathers, it probably would
have been called Do Dare
Dedi Datum, with the Latin meaning “to give, offer,
convey, donate or furnish.”
Because that’s all we are,
boys, givers, to a fault —
and taken for granted in
that.
See WALKER, A3
