Welcome back. Sorry about last week. Timing was a bitch, and, as we much as we love you, we loved cozying up to a bottle and tv remote at the end of the night just a little bit more.
Here’s a story to get us all started on what should be a considerably easier week.
I had the father of a current student call me once to ask me if his daughter could change majors. I obviously have nothing to do with that aspect of her education, but just out of curiosity, I asked him why. His response was: “Well, she is majoring in musical theatre and wants to act. Well, I’m her father, and I love her, but……she is pretty, but not beautiful. I just think she would be better off in broadcasting, you know, on the radio, behind the microphone. You know what I mean?” I happily hit the transfer button and sent him on to the Dean of Fine Arts. All of a sudden, I actually felt more sorry for someone else on campus than I did for myself.
Ouch. But, strangely, we feel like this man should be nominated for Father of the Year. Praise be for someone who is FINALLY honest with their daughter enough to be like, “You know what honey, you’ve got a face built for radio. Like your mom. But I love you. Just like I love her. After a six pack and a couple of Xanax.” May all parents learn from this man’s honesty. Just next time, don’t involve your institution of higher education. Privately destroy your daughter’s dreams with your brutal honesty and leave us the hell out of your family drama please.
We hope you have a great week of travel. Go get em, little amoebas.