When I saw the buzzy Tumblr photo by Kristine Speare of her dad’s “Rules for Dating My Daughter” t-shirt, something bothered me about it. Second, his “feminism” looks like sexism in disguise, like her body is a sex object. A frequent contributor to Catholic publications, he began his career as a reporter in the Washington, D.
I’ll spend the time you’re out cleaning my gun,” never resonated with me … (And I was always glad I didn’t have to deal with that dad.) But this guy makes a couple of critical errors. When I saw his t-shirt I immediately wondered: Does he mean this? It would have to be something that respects the whole person, doesn’t just reduce dating to sex, and applies to both partners. The views expressed here are those of the author, and do not necessarily represent the views of Catholic Tom Hoopes, author of What Pope Francis Really Said, is writer in residence at Benedictine College, in Atchison, Kansas, where he teaches in the Journalism and Mass Communications Department and edits magazine for five. The views and opinions expressed on this blog do not necessarily reflect those of Benedictine College or the Gregorian Institute.
As a new boyfriend, you'd rather get your skull drilled than meet your date's old man for the first time, yet meet him you did.
You'd throw your shoulders back and wipe your clammy paw against your sweater in anticipation of his too-firm handshake.
In its quiet way, is a refreshing change from lots of pop culture depictions of fatherhood.
It shows how hard parenting can be, and how easy it is to get lost in both abstract big-picture stuff and mundane trivialities.
In most cases, it was like shaking hands with a smiling canned ham. The more impressive the girl, the worse her father. I mean, aren't parents the most indecipherable of all human beings?
On the rare occasion he’s not tied up with the aforementioned and other pursuits of awesomeness, he enjoys fighting street gangs for local charities and drinking from a cup that’s half full. Treat her mother with respect, honor, and a big heaping spoonful of public displays of affection.
So, big, green and warty, I returned to the struggling little fishing village of Santa Monica for another boyfriend inspection.
The lovely and patient older daughter has been seeing this guy, who hasn't been dad-certified yet. Told me he's originally from the suburbs of New York, which set off all sorts of alarms. Always bright, always aggressive, yet they have the mannerisms of small animals that find themselves trapped in your garage.
[Have your child sign i MOM’s Cell Phone Contract.] 3. So, get the door for her, look me in the eye when you talk to me, and please don’t let your britches fall down so low that I have to look at your underwear band. Sure my daughter is fun, but she’s also a student, and in our house, school comes before fun. No, I won’t hide in the backseat or stalk you when you’re with my daughter, but she and I have an agreement that she checks in often with home, and lets me know where she is and where she’s going.
Believe me, good manners will help you get on her good side, and mine too. That means she won’t be going with you to the mall, the movies or out to dinner on a school night. Also, secret meetings and clandestine adventures will be discovered—I have my ways!