Hollywood’s version of a father-man is very different than what a man really is. They have created the effeminate father-man which, by the way, is being bought hook, line and sinker and swallowed by most Americans. This simpleton is one who is satisfied at his kiddie’s birthday party to put on the party cone-hat and blow the birthday horn, all the whilst sitting at the kiddie table with his knees wrapped around his ears, therefore considering himself to be a “good” father.
This quintessential comedic role creates quite a paradox of contradictions of who and what is a father’s role. After all, most of our ideal standards and pictures of what life should be like are gleaned from images off the movie screen and boob-tube, rather than what God intended. Wait till the kids are teenagers and need advice, they won’t be going to that kind of father for help. Although these images are funny, they in no way represent a man’s stern natural tendency of protector under his God-given role as the father-man. It’s a wonder at all that the Hollywood version of a father can fight himself out of a wet paper bag.
From the Jane Fonda New Age naggers, Generation X’ers and all the way to the mamby-pamby 21st century whiners, with their Hollywood delusions of what a father is, they’re left feeling ripped-off if dad merely protected his assignments from the Bogeyman and worked hard to just bring home the bacon. He built you a blanket-fort in the living-room for all you siblings, yet he didn’t sit down to play Tiddlywinks, Nintendo or toot the horn. Oh gee, dad didn’t play with me growing up so now I need therapy.
God established male and female and gave them different rolls. Yet the world today has blurred the line with gender neutral rolls…that will never work. If your father protected you from the Boogeyman, real or imagined, he did his job well, you ungrateful Twit. It wasn’t his job to sit down and play Stretch Armstrong or My Little Pony with you. So grow up and stop with the guilt trip.
Boogeymen are real and they come in all shapes and sizes, from the monster hiding under the bed in darkness to the boyfriend from hell that daddy’s virginal little princess has decided to take up with. Fathers are to kill, aka squish, destroy, remove and obliterate every threat to his family, be it human or imaginary, so his God-given assignments can sleep in peace. When a father-man has done these things he gets a gold star, passes go and stands straight… job well done dad.
If men were given their rightful position in the family chain link, one can be hopeful to know he will be the Boogeyman killer he was created to be for the rest of his time on earth. True to life, you cannot have it both-ways, protector or clown… it’s your choice.
Going on thirty-one years of marriage our children are all grown, yet my husband still has the role of Boogeyman killer for the little scared girl of a widowed mom who (my father-man, aka Boogeyman Killer died young) still lives inside of me. So, when from time to time our world shakes and I look at my husband with “those eyes,” my husband tells me, “God loves us and everything will be fine”, like warm oil, a calmness covers my soul; what a comfort to know that my Boogeyman killer is still on watch.
As a side note: The now-a-days, You-Tube-raised damsel’s criteria for a life mate is, “I want someone who makes me laugh.” Well, Curly Sue, let me know how that works out when the rent is past due and the electricity has been shut-off and he just wants to play…but, oh, he is soooo funny.
And I’m sorry to burst your bubble, single mom’s, no matter how you cut it, women are not Boogeymen killers and never will be, it’s not your job and it’s beyond your level. If anything you will bring the Boogeyman into your homes…I would know.
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