Today, for 24 hours, is Father’s Day and even if it is only out of Christian charity, the male fathers receive congratulations, drawings made in a hurry and running and absurd gifts despite the honoree’s resistance to absurd gifts.
Father’s Day is also the name day of Pepes, which is not a tablao on Escudillers Street, but rather the nickname given to some horny people (there is no bad Pepe, although good, what is called good, either).
The day has a heteropatriarchal aroma – or whiff, for the most warriors – typical of other times, when children were unlikely to question the principle of paternal authority, encouraged by the mothers themselves.
–How your father finds out!
Apparently, this principle is in crisis although some parents act as if that were not the case.
–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 the pattern of Father’s Day gifts, too. If we leave aside the gift that the honoree would most like – not always contradicting him –, today it is intolerable to get by with a bottle of Anís Machaquito, a tie from Santa Eulalia or two thread socks from Torrelodones.
Consequently, children opt for healthy, equal and environmental gifts.
–Instead of giving you a ticket to the classic at the Bernabeu and leaving you alone in Madrid, we thought that a weekend with mom in a Buddhist hotel in Montseny would be better.
Or a couple of seats for the musical “Dad, who has seen you and who sees you!”, without ruling out a gift voucher for some experience such as a Cariñena wine tasting, a practical boxing class without pain or the workshop “Risks of pornography in the elderly”, taught by turncoat voices from the Orfeón Donostiarra.
Something tells me that an air fryer might be an essential item in any 21st century home, although the recipient would be happier with a ham to compliment and hug at night in the privacy of the kitchen.
