My 13-year-old daughter likes me pretty well some of the time, such as when I've just set up her iMac G5 on a wireless network or spent 3 months' of my lunch money on a pair of Chestnut Uggs for her. Maybe she even likes me most of the time. It's hard to tell.
But I know that she thinks I'm a complete DORK pretty much all of the time, though she's never actually said so. Well, at least not more than a few times (a day). Usually, however, she conveys her utter and unreserved contempt for my sense of style, humor, and modus vivendi by means of the exquisite eye-roll, sneer, sigh, or shrug. Sometimes she shudders at me.
All of these gestures are silent accusations of dorkosity against me, for which I have coined the portmanteau word dorkusation and its derivative dorkusingly. As in:
When the father opined that the skirt in question might not be appropriate for a wedding, his daughter rolled her eyes dorkusingly and stomped back into the changing room.
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What can fathers (or, alas, uncles)of the world say but, "Wilkomen!" At least you have embraced the realities of dorkdom! My brother has years to go before graduating from dorkiversity. I secretly hope that, since the adage says, they will marry men like dear ol' dad, they are being turned into beautiful dorkophiles and will one day have a husdork of their own!
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