father's day, a day for resentment

an ode to partners who identify as he/him and can't find the kitchen scissors which have lived in the same slot for 7 years to save his first-born's life.

On June 1st, I started to get ads for father’s day gifts and see posts for gift guides for “the dads in your life.” And - prepare yourself - I hated it. I hate all of it. I am so triggered by every ad for camping gear, every gift guide comprised exclusively of tools, every shirt for dad that equates him to a super hero, every piece of art and custom-made book about how dad gives the best snuggles. I am not here for it. 

DO allow me to elaborate, obviously, as this is a charged topic. And also please allow me to caveat before I begin: I am not hating on dads, nor am I hating on the dad in my life - that is, the father of my children and love of my life, my very own piece of man and man-piece. He’s a great partner, a true partner to me and for me, a loving father, a person without whom I would not and could not do the whole parenting gig. So like, it’s not about me secretly hating him or anything he lacks, it’s not about me hating my own dad or anything he lacks, and it’s not about me ha…