MyThreeDaughters

Recent “news” indicates that a kid needs a Dad as much as a fish needs a barbed hook stuck through its lip.
Witness the new book, “The End of Men,” or the very boring psychological paper positing that kids raised by two lesbians fare better than the tired, old, un-cool man-woman combo.
I can’t compete with psychology, but I believe the theory failed to consider a few crucial things. Ready? Let’s offend as many people as possible:
What will become of the mocking phrase, “Who’s Your Daddy?” (“Who’s Your Second Mommy?” lacks pithiness.)
The song in the car commercial, “He’s My Dad, He’s My Big Bad Dad,” would lack rhyme were it: “She’s my big bad other Mom.” (Though it may have a ring of truth to it.)
“Mom’s Night Out” events would be an exercise in child abandonment.
The Web hosting site GoDaddy.com would be longer: “GoMommyMommy.com.” (Snap that one up quickly, the address seems to be available.)
Who will run governments and major corporations into the ground and then get $40 million golden parachutes?
“Our Mothers, who art in heaven?”
“Father Knows Best” would be “One of my mothers knows better than the other one of my mothers,” which is a little lengthy for a sitcom name.
Who’s going to burp out loud? (Oh, really? They do. Yick.)
Finally, maybe I’m wrong, but where are the kids going to come from in the first place? Have they engineered a way around the need for sperm? Or are they just going to keep a few of us in stalls, like they did Secretariat?