I have the usual grievances about a “day” for me: Am I retiring? Dying? Will there be a postage stamp?
This year I have a new gripe.
Money.
It's not that we're on the verge of losing the doublewide. It just that caution is in the air. Less, kids. This year, less is so much more.
What a bore.
About the last thing that Dad needs is a reminder that times are tight.
What might he welcome? A self-esteem booster. Red Bull for the soul. Something that says he's...cool.
“Cool” is a bogus concept, a marketing scam of a word. As an aesthetic concept, it is, at best, in the eye of the beholder. For Father's Day purposes, let's define it this way: stuff the other dads won't get, stuff he can brag on.
I like to think that everything on HeadButler.com has some cool factor. Still, I've scanned the site to cull what might be considered the coolest of the cool. No politics, no economics, no deep and dark commentary. And no 600-page books, no esoteric music, no art movies. Just great popular entertainment that either never reached a mass audience or reached it so long ago that you need a wayback machine --- or HeadButler.com --- to find it.
The Garden of Eden
Brawny Ernest Hemingway wrote a mess of a novel about a writer on his honeymoon whose wife turns gay. Editors pasted together a short, hot, surprising book that even Hemingway fans don't know about. The Book of General Ignorance
Few know weird facts. Dad can.
Girls Like Us
The boomer-chick beach book of the summer (but fascinating to guys, too): Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon, mostly off-stage.