In the unspoken rules of suburbia, mothers broker the play dates with an exacting calculus, weeks and even months in advance. For some moms, socializing with each other while their offspring crawl around is as essential as whether or not the children get along.Where is this Wisteria Lane? What town is that in? Oh wait, I forgot. IT'S A TV SHOW.
And here, the dads come up losers. "We'd never get the invitations," Mr. Purinton said. "I'd call and leave messages, but if you've done that three times, you sort of figure that doing it any more is just pestering."
Part of the worry, many suspect, are the raised eyebrows that too much gender-mixed daytime socializing could bring. [Oh really? Read on.]
And while the desperate housewives on Wisteria Lane have their exciting trysts with teenage gardeners and mysterious neighbors, there are seemingly few worries that these stay-at-home husbands have any potential for steamy affairs with their female counterparts. After all, what is threatening about a man loaded down with diapers?
And what kind of nazi, femi- or otherwise is able to schedule a playdate "months in advance?" Somebody needs to read that Psych Today article about over-programming her kids' lives. Meanwhile, what's stopping a dad from taking the lead in organizing a playgroup and inviting (or stiff-arming, as required by the apparently Heathers-like dictates of suburban parenting) his kids' friends?