The hypocrisy of the American father. My one son was getting ready for his home coming dance. Me, the proud dad thinking to myself "awesome, my son has a date tonight. He is going to get himself a piece of aß. That's my boy!!" During my silent celebratory dance in my mind, I ran into a brick wall at 100mph. Wait, my son is gay. What if he is the piece of aß for some dumb jock. Oh hell no. I screamed up the stairs, "Sasha, you're grounded till you're married!!" I hear Sasha run to my husband crying, " Dad?!? Daddy is being crazy again." As I pour myself a shot of jack to calm myself doen, I hear my husband say to Sasha, " it's ok sweetie, your daddy is remembering what he was like when he was your age. Go get ready for your date. My man came down the stairs and shot me the look of death if I dared to even breath.