Dad-ville, Daddio, Dada
An overheard bit of conversation:
“You know when you see a dad, and he’s kicking ass in Dadville, and you go ‘Wooah. I want to be like that guy!'”
Actually, I think I’ll modify that nugget.
When you see a Dad
Who’s Kicking Ass in Dadville
I wanna be him.
That’s more poetic.
I’m not a dad. I know some dads. I have a dad. I may be a bit too myopic to put my place in any dads’ shoes, particularly my own dad with relation to me, to understand what “kicking ass in dad-ville” entails or how it manifests itself.
It’s also possible that the particular language employed by the conversants is a case study in why George Will hates blue jeans.