chicagodads

(Caveat lector: there is a reason that they are called “Sh*tty first drafts”. Unfortunately, I tend to blog out my sh*tty second or third drafts” just to see how my bowls are doing.)

Part 3 of an ongoing and mostly tongue-in-cheek series.

Now, I consider myself a fairly progressive, fairly forward-thinking fellow. But nine times out of ten, if I think of a baby-sitter, I imagine a girl. Largely because that’s how a lot of our female friends have made their cash and paid their dues and school books. And most of these women are also fairly progressive and independent women. However, to my knowledge, not a one of them has ever apologized for getting all the good jobs. And why, may I ask, have they not? Are we not human? Do we not bleed when pricked? Do we not sweat when provoked? Do our heartbeats not flutter when prodded? Are we men, or are we not?

I, for one, demand restitution. I demand pay-back. Somebody give me the number to… The Baby-Sitters Club!

pic from genre X: A twenties and thirties book club

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