Father Failure


Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes had a baby. A girl named Suri, or something. It means Red Rose.

Charmaine and I were betting they’d get married first. We were wagering on a wedding.

We lost.


Katie Holmes

with her parentsKatie’s dad was central in her life. We thought Katie’s dad would put some boundaries on their passion. Until the knot was tied.

Charmaine wrote last year,

The tabloids are all agog with word that Katie Holmes has stated to the world that she will remain a virgin until she marries.

And now she’s dating Tom Cruise (not really a Top Gun, but played one in the movies).

The tabloids have reported breathlessly that Cruise filled Katie’s room with dozens of red roses…

Of course, we’ve seen this scenario before with other starlets. But my vote is with Katie. Why? Look at that picture of her with her parents. Both of them. While other reporters are fixated on the wolf with red roses, I’m interested in what she has to say about the other man in her life — her father: She consults him on every major decision, and “He always tried to intimidate boys who wanted to date me,” she says (according to Sky Showbiz )

It’s a dad thing. In every culture.

So now Your Business Blogger is really worried. We have three daughters. We’re determined to protect the little women from the wolves. With W. Bruce Cameron’s Rules.

We get lots of advice on girls dating, these days.

Sheila Lennon from The Providence (R.I.) Journal reported that, after reading my rules,

I chuckle, since my dad once met a dubious date with hammer in hand. I eluded parental controls as necessary, nonetheless. Mr. Yoest, you don’t have a chance.

Sheila, this is not helpful.

So. I’ve some extra work to do. Extra vigilance. Civilization depends on it. On me.


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Thank you (foot)notes:

See Meatloaf’s Wolf With Red Roses at the jump. The passion.

See Charmaine’s Need for Social Censure.

And Values.

Basil’s Blog has another picnic.

Outside the Beltway has Traffic Jam. And be sure to visit Mensa Barbie. Smart girl.


On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?

Would he offer me his mouth?


Would he offer me his teeth?


Would he offer me his jaws?


Would he offer me his hunger?


Again, would he offer me his hunger?


And would he starve without me?


And does he love me?



On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?


You took the words right out of my mouth. . .

© by MeatLoaf


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3 Responses

  1. basil says:

    Years ago, I mentioned that when my daughter came home with a fellow, I’d make sure he knew that as a soldier I was trained by the U.S. Army to kill, that I owned a weapon and a shovel, and that the (then-nearby) Okefenokee Swamp was a large, large place.

    My daughter paid attention. She’s dating West Point cadet.

  2. Cathy says:

    Mr. Yoest, you do have a chance! Ignore Sheila Lennon. Yes, there are some girls who will ignore the parental controls, but others will listen.

    I and my husband (prior service, 82nd Airborne) would much rather raise our daughters in much the same way you and Charmaine are raising yours. My husband agrees wholeheartedly with your version of the Rules for Dating My Daughters — especially 2, 4, 8, 9 and 10.

    Keep up the good fight, Jack and Charmaine, because unfortunately there are parents out there who don’t care and who tell their daughters “just tell me when you’re ready and we’ll put you on the Pill.” I hope and pray that my sons meet girls who have been raised to respect themselves, their parents, and their future husbands.

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