And here you thought I didn’t do holidays!
But this isn’t a holiday.
It’s an excuse to take my dad out to breakfast and eat french toast with wild abandon.
The man had three daughters in a row, all of whom were supposed to be sons, so I buy him some french toast, too, coffee on the side.
My mom continues to live a life of deep gratitude for us girls, and my dad had to be content with a lifetime of Father’s Days expecting the same three gifts: soap-on-a-rope, cheap cologne, and socks.
It never occurred to us to buy him manly things.
A chainsaw. A new TV tray. Conway Twitty records.
The 70s were full of exciting options, but we were completely distracted by Barbies and bicycles.
If you grew up sporting twin hair braids, embroidered peasant blouses, corduroy bell bottoms, and pleather jackets, you rocked the 70s.
If you ever hung beads or curtains instead of doors in your doorways, you rocked the 70s.
If your dad ever had a full afro on his head with a matching mustache…and he’s not a black man…you may have grown up in the 70s.
If your dad finally took out the afro but kept the ‘stache because he “closely resembles Tom Selleck”, well, you had one studly dad, I guess.
The scents of my childhood include English Leather, Old Spice, Noxema Face Cream, and Irish Spring bar soap. The Avon Lady would come around every month or so and leave us lipstick samples and perfumes like ‘Sweet Honesty’ and ‘Hawaiian White Ginger’.
Soap-On-A-Rope came in several options, very attractive in the glossy brochure.
Our job was to clean the guy up apparently, and I think it’s time to honor that tradition today.
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Dad is happy to let someone else…anyone else, really…have the manly soap hang in a shower far, far away.
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