Earlier this week, my post 14 Things NOT to Get Your Wife For Valentine’s Day ran on Dad or Alive. I encourage you to check out the hilarious comments over there, including the true tale of a woman who received a Thighmaster as a Valentine’s Day gift. Yes, that was grounds for divorce. That’s what we’re trying to prevent here, so pay attention.
Now, Adrian Kulp from Dad or Alive is speaking up for the Husbands, and he’s not holding back. Here’s what NOT to get your man for Valentine’s Day:
1. Silk boxers – Do you know how sensitive our penises are? EXTREMELY. Just like they were in 8th grade, when this would’ve been a great idea. The ‘Dad Dong’ is often underused and spends long hours in captivity. A light breeze or faint graze across the bagging station at the supermarket could cause an involuntary kickstand. The last thing we need is a pup tent in our slacks during a big meeting with the partners.
2. Car Wash Supplies – In theory, it’s nice to get outside and bathe in Armor All, stain your fingers with brake dust on a toothbrush rim-job and accidentally shoot yourself in the face with the hose. But the reality is that most of us don’t have the ’67 Camaro yet. We’ve got an over-manufactured lease with a ‘wear n’ tear’ forgiveness clause. Let’s save the time and money while we cruise into town and have the fundraising sorority girls at the bank put the ‘Cool Hand Luke’ on the sedan.
3. Bike Helmet – Safety is #1. I get that. I really do. But if I’m gonna have to look like Rick Moranis riding around our neighborhood, at least consider the home team football helmet upgrade.
4. Self-Help Book – If men wanted help, we would’ve starting asking for it thousands of years ago when we were dragging you gals around the cave by your hair trying to rub sticks together. But we didn’t… because we’re stubborn and dense with pride. We’re not blind to our shortcomings, we just prefer handling them on our own, preferably when no one is looking.
5. Multi-bit Screwdriver – I personally have 6 of these fuckers in the garage and can’t manage to ever keep track of all the bits, let alone summon the dexterity to stuff them back inside the grip. Perhaps when I’m older I’ll be able to keep up with them, but for now they’ll rattle around inside the vacuum cleaner and stay tucked into my kid’s lip like a Skoal Bandit. Maybe we should conserve some of that wrist torque for later anyway, no?
6. The Mankini – No matter how big your Hubs’ beef stick looks after dropping the winter weight and doing some manscaping – don’t empower us to believe we can pull this off. If you’re doubting me, have him parade around in a pair of your thongs first, just keep that car washing bucket handy in case you get sick.
7. Dry Rub – When it comes to anything grilling, we want autonomy. We may not know exactly what we’re doing all the time, but God damn it if we won’t try and win the Oscar to convince you otherwise. Drop your goggles and look the other way as we spin a spice tornado in the kitchen that will later interrogate our insides with enough Scovilles to extinguish a Tucks medicated pad.
8. Horizontal Striped Shirts – A couple more inches is always ok, isn’t it? We don’t really want to look short and fat, even if we are. Vertical stripes make us feel tall and lean. Yes, please.
9. A Framed Picture of Yourself – You know that sorta creepy (yet beautiful) picture of you sitting on a fountain with the forced smile? The one that you put in a weird acrylic frame and then wrote TIL DEATH DO US PART on with glittery craft markers? The one that you insist I keep on my desk at work? Ummm…well, I don’t know how to say this, but I think we have enough of those. I know you’re the sweet, endearing love of my life, but the guys at work keep referencing Fatal Attraction and asking how my rabbit is.
10. 33-in-1 Golf Club – Skymall touts that this item will ‘allow you to carry twice the number of allowable clubs in one hand’. As men, unless we’re standing next to each other at the airport or stadium urinal, we’re always looking to flaunt what tools we’re working with. A golf bag stuffed full of clubs is like a badge of honor. The fact that it weighs 35 pounds and sounds like a car wreck coming down the fairway is part of the allure. We’ll get laughed out of the clubhouse if we show up with this TV antenna.
11. Kama Sutra Pocket Nightstand Edition – The ‘us’ gift. We’re too old or aren’t bendy enough to have sex like the ancient Hindus. The only ‘Lotus’ we can handle has four wheels (HINT: this would be a great gift). Let us focus on what we know best; the 2 or 3 tried-and-true moves that were handed down to us in high school and muted Cinemax.
12. Digital Audio Recorder – We know you asked us to take our dirty underwear off the back of the toilet. And to clean up our tools in the garage so you can get the car in. And that you requested we stop cropdusting people at Macy’s and warming up dutch ovens at home. We can hear you… we just sometimes pretend that we don’t. Even if we used this thing as a reminder, there’s just some shit we refuse to do.
13. A Necktie – Nothing screams ‘boring as fuck’ like another tie that we can look forward to spilling BBQ sauce on and pushing to the back of the closet until the next yard sale. Unless this has an alternative agenda like going around your wrists or the headboard, let’s leave it at JoS. A. Bank.
14. Coupon for a Back Rub – You’re probably not a masseuse and as much as you want to give us a sensual massage, we understand that it’s not your job. You’ll still be texting or watching The Hallmark Channel over your shoulder. This is not the happy ending we are looking for.
Adrian Kulp is a full-time stay-at-home dad for toddlers Ava and Charlie. He blogs at Dad or Alive and The Huffington Post. You can also find him on Facebook and Twitter. His first book ‘Dad or Alive’ (clever, eh?) debuts on shelves May 7th, but is on sale now.
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