Fact: Bros love jorts, though only when homemade and worn in a redneck manner that mocks hipster douchebags. Fact: Bro dads love jorts, only because they’re Bro dads and give zero hoots about what they’re wearing. To make a point about how embarassment can be a two-way street in a father-daughter relationship, Bro dad of the week Scott Macintosh cut a pair of jeans into a pair of super short Daisey Dukes and rocked a “Best. Dad. Ever.” shirt in public with his dauther. There’s no way could pass the longer-than-your-arms test. He explains his motives in a blog post:
I know the world has varying degrees of what is modest and what is not when it comes to clothing. In our family we have pretty definite modesty guidelines: no mid-drift or low-cut shirts, no short-shorts, short skirts and we even go as far as saying no sleeveless shirts unless playing sports or on the beach. Having raised four daughters and three sons, I’m a bit protective. Some may call me old fashion, but I call it “a dad who loves his daughters” (and sons, too). I know some of you may be rolling your eyes and that’s OK; my daughter does it all the time.
I’m a firm believer that the way we dress sends messages about us, and it influences the way we and others act. (OK, OK, I’m the first to admit I look like a redneck, and I may say “crick” instead of “creek,” but that’s beside the point.) My teenage daughter day after day continues to wear clothing that I, as her father, feel is inappropriate and immodest. Her mother and I feel the same about the importance of dressing modest.
How did his daughter react? She shrugged it off like a typical teenager: “Ummmmm yeah like whatever dad. Just let me go back to texting “omg” and emoticons to Hailey about Jake. Don’t you even know he plays soccer? Duh.”
My daughter didn’t seem to care, however, like I had hoped she would, so the question to myself was, “Do I let it fail or take it to the next level?” Take it to the next level, of course!
Until they went minature golfing:
“OK, let’s go miniature golfing,” I said. The family laughed that I might just go through with that we had planned to do before dressing like a spectacle.
As we arrived to the small amusement park, we were met with many stares and pointing fingers as I walked through the lobby and to the miniature golf area. I tried to keep up with my daughter, who had expressed that it didn’t bother her, but was not about to let me stay very close to her as we walked through the crowded room. Once we got our clubs and were waiting in line for our turn to start, a couple of girls were “acting” like one was taking a picture of the other when in fact they were lining themselves up for a “Kodak Moment” … of me! My daughter then being bold said, “If you want a picture of him, just ask. I am sure he won’t mind.” They were embarrassed and continued to act like that wasn’t what they were doing.
Amongst all of the pointing and strange looks, we had a wonderful night of miniature golf and then headed for Arctic Circle for milkshakes. As I pulled into a stall, my daughter said, “Uh, no! We are NOT going in!”
I said, “Sure we are. Let’s go!”
“No!” she said, “Let’s go through the drive up.”
We went in, but she stayed in the car. She had had enough and did not want to go through any further embarrassment.
Boom. Lesson learned, school is no longer in session. Dude is a Bro hero in my book.
Scott Macintosh, you might just be our Bro of the Week.
[H/T: Huffington Post]