[picapp align=”left” wrap=”true” link=”term=stupid+bowl&iid=1119117″ src=”a/2/6/5/NY_Howard_TV_9310.jpg?adImageId=10067758&imageId=1119117″ width=”234″ height=”333″ /]My takeaway from the Super Bowl this Sunday had nothing to do with football.  I wish I would have timed the game, because I think I watched more commercials than football.  I doubt many would claim this year’s crop of very expensive ads to be the best Madison Avenue has produced. I found them particularly offensive.

To be honest, I was already raw from listening to a “Talk of the Nation” radio show on the topic of the economic reversal of the “benefit” of marriage.  According to the latest statistics, women are not only more highly educated than men, but also are beginning to earn higher wages as well.  For my part, I am glad women are being paid in accordance to their experience and education.  I am old enough to remember that this was not always the case. 

However, as I listened to the discussion between the female columnist and the male clinical psychologist regarding the abilities of “stay-at-home dads,” I became infuriated.  I personally know several stay-at-home dads.  They are smart, some are very well educated and all work very hard at home.  They are not beer belly, t-shirt wearing barbarians nor are they effeminate metrosexuals.  (I also know several who fall into those two categories, but in my mind the former is not worthy of the being called a leech, the latter not worthy to be named a man.)  According to the two “experts” on the radio, men need to be patronized because they may not cook as well as their spouse, and “men may send their daughters to school with three pony tails and unmatched clothes” but “that’s ok, they just do housework a little different and working women should allow their stay-at-home men freedom to do it their way.” Gag me with a spoon! [Smile stop]

First of all, men are not girls (duh!) and it is horribly damaging when women try to make them so (double duh!).  I have two beautiful daughters.  I learned to help them with their hair, but to this day I have no idea how to braid or to place more than one crooked pony tail.  I don’t need to.  I married a girl who took the time to teach my girls how to do “girl stuff.”  Secondly, men can cook and since many moms were working in the Seventies and Eighties, many men can cook far better than their spouses because they had to learn how to feed themselves as children.  Men who don’t know, can and should, learn.  Start with the barbeque brothers! [Smile stop] 

I have a lot more to say, but am beginning to border on a rant, so I will stop here and let these five million dollars worth of commercials say the rest.  I am going to go puke.