Today, over the course of 24 hours, is Father’s Day and, even if it is only out of Christian charity, male progenitors receive congratulations, drawn-out drawings and absurd gifts, despite the tribute’s resistance to absurd gifts.
Father’s Day is also the name of the Peps and the Pepes, which is not a tablao on Carrer Escudellers, but the nickname given to the funny Joseps (there is no bad Pep, even though he is good, what is called good, neither).
The day has a heteropatriarchal aroma – or tuff, for the more warrior women – typical of other times, when children rarely questioned the principle of paternal authority, spurred on by the mothers themselves.
– How will your father find out!
Apparently, this principle is in crisis even though some parents act as if nothing happened.
-At three in the morning I’ll pick you up at the door of Cuqui’s and if you’re not there I’ll wait for you!
Society evolves and so does the pattern of Father’s Day gifts. If we leave aside the gift that the honoree would like most – not always bringing the opposite -, today it seems intolerable to go out of the way with a bottle of Anís Machaquito, a Santa Eulalia tie or some cotton socks gratallops
As a result, children opt for healthy, equitable and environmental gifts.
– Instead of giving you a ticket for the classic at the Bernabeu and leaving you all alone in Madrid, you poor thing, we thought it would be better to spend a weekend with your mother in a Buddhist hotel in Montseny.
Or a couple of audiences for the musical Papa, who has seen you and who sees you! , without ruling out a gift voucher for an experience such as a wine tasting from Carinthia, a practical boxing class without pain or the course “Risks of pornography in the third age”, given by the transfugitive voices of the Orfeó Donostiarra.
Something tells me that maybe an air fryer is missing today, an indispensable piece of equipment in any 21st century home, although the recipient would be happier with a ham to praise and hug at night in the privacy of the kitchen.
