TIL 8: Dad Crying

Did you know there’s such a thing as Dad Crying?

No?

Me, either!

And I’m not even a parent.

It’s so humiliating.

Definitely not cool.

Or grumpy.

But it’s a thing, and I think I fucking have it.

This isn’t what I planned on writing about today.  You’re just going to have to wait to hear Myrtle’s latest attempts on my life.

Soon, though.

Because right now, I gotta get this out of me.  I think it’s been a thing I was aware of for quite some time, dating back to Rib’s accomplishments in Culinary School.  It was a slow trickle then, these feelings.

But it’s getting worse.

Mostly, this phenomenon occurs in darkened theaters, thank gawd.  The last three movies I’ve seen have opened the tap.

Speaking of taps, no…I wasn’t drinking during these shows.  Well, soda.

It started with Love, Simon.  This gay teen coming of age slash love story made a reasonable case for my tearing up.  

I wrote about it, and that link above will take you there.  But one of the comments I got on that entry made me think – which I like.

The point made was that Love, Simon Glee-coated thisbperson’s coming out story and wasn’t representative of the traumatic experience coming out can be for many gays…check that, many LBGQTI peeps.

It’s a valid point.

Totally.

But I think why I liked it was exactly that.  Sure, he struggled with coming out to himself and then his friends and family…and then it wasn’t that bad.  He’d – or the writers – had built his fears up to something larger than they were and the process was resolved in tidy fashion.

I know the feeling.  Luckily.

But I know that’s not always the case.

Given the political climate in America, even the world, where equal rights for LBGTQI people aren’t the default, the stories of bravery and struggle need to be told.

At the same time, I think part of what got me emotional about this flick – besides that I’m a total sucker for a good chick flick…key word, good – was that it was Glee/washable.

Acceptance isn’t the default, not by a long shot, but the work of previous generations has gotten us to the point that at least this type of movie can be made without being relegated to the LOGO network or an art house only release.

But then Ready Player One got ahold of those same heart strings and played me.  It had to be a fluke of nostalgia, right?

Testing that theory, I went and saw it again when I couldn’t get it off my mind.

Nope.

Played those same strings.

Harder.

Fighting those same urges to go see it again, I went today to a matinee of Blockers.

John Cena was brilliantly funny in his role as a stay at home Dad with hair trigger water works…and I left the theater with a name for my affliction: Dad Crying.

I also left the theater with a salty residue on my cheeks that wasn’t  from the popcorn I shame ate.  Don’t make that dirty, Diezel.

Thank gawd I was in the theater alone!

I have prepared for and accepted two truths about the back 9 of my life:

First, I’m going alone; and,

Second, I’m going to get grumpier as I go along.

EOG paradigm: shattered.

And this after being reminded that my “only” nephew graduates from high school this June.  I hope that takes place in a dark room, too.  Just in case, I better go sunglass shopping.

TIL 8: Dad Crying

3 thoughts on “TIL 8: Dad Crying

  1. Sappy movies, or happy movies with happy endings will kick your ass, no matter how old and grumpy you become. I know. One, I write happy endings, and two, I have young grandkids and get to watch all the Disney Classics. All the sad to happy princesses and the lonely ‘I’m just a dumb dragon fightin’ prince’ guys (don’t tell me patriarchy doesn’t take a BIG hit at Disney) down to Leap and the goofy bull movie. How can you not cheer and shed a tear for a giant, peaced out hippie tree hugger closet florist bull? So yeah. Get the sunglasses or stay away from happy endings or bad endings that shouldn’t have been. Dancing orphans and sweet bulls and bookish princesses trapped with grumpy ogres and stern fathers or crazy wicked stepmothers. Because if you look close enough, those are all OUR stories. Want a coming out story? Go see Ferdinand. Take some Kleenex. Softie.

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  2. “Art reflects life,” at least, that’s the unofficial “official” version of the proverb. Some lives are incredibly happy and other lives are equally sad. Hopefully, the majority of us live somewhere in the median between the two extremes. And yes, Dad’s cry. We all have the ability to shed tears. It’s nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. It re-affirms our humanity! Naked hugs!

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