tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-339766912024-03-13T13:07:06.402-07:00Daddy Likeydaddylikeybloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00333537839820475066noreply@blogger.comBlogger903125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33976691.post-8019263190323083072010-08-27T15:40:00.000-07:002010-08-27T17:06:27.924-07:00Blogging Break/ Badass Book Giveaway!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/THhHdp7teDI/AAAAAAAAFsc/mVZbjx1JROc/s1600/sunshine.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/THhHdp7teDI/AAAAAAAAFsc/mVZbjx1JROc/s400/sunshine.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510232718885877810" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Nothing to do with anything, really--I just love this picture)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>As you've probably noticed, I haven't had much time to post recently. I really hate not being able to update regularly because I feel bad leaving my readers hanging and I miss writing and my mom calls me every day and says, "Didn't you used to have a blog or something? Didn't it used to brighten my days? BECAUSE NOW I HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR." She's so subtle.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm currently working on some new projects which are really exciting but also really time-consuming, so for the next few weeks posting will continue to be sporadic. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not dead or trapped under something heavy, and to thank you for your patience!<br /><br />I'll still be updating <a href="http://24freedinners.tumblr.com/">my Tumblr</a> with pretty pictures and funny quotes, and my <a href="http://twitter.com/daddylikeyblog">Twitter</a> with blog updates and <a href="http://twitter.com/daddylikeyblog/status/16501824434">really important observations</a> so please feel free to follow those, if you'd like.<br /><br />Now, the good news: To make up for my radio silence, I'm super excited to be giving away a free copy of <a href="http://www.yesandyes.org/2010/07/wanderlust-workbook-planning-plotting.html">The Wanderlust Workbook</a>, a life-changing ebook by the amazing <a href="http://www.yesandyes.org/">Sarah Von Bargen</a>, who is about to embark on an 8-month globe-trotting adventure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yesandyes.org/2010/07/wanderlust-workbook-planning-plotting.html"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/THhKY_7QKDI/AAAAAAAAFsk/QqTauG8Yw1U/s400/wanderlust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510235937425074226" border="0" /></a>I have a copy of this book, have read it approximately 40 times, and cannot emphasize enough how helpful and inspiring it is in making your travel goals a reality. In fact, I think one of the reasons Sarah decided to write it was because I kept emailing her and saying, "OK, so I want to spend 3 months tending to baby goats on a farm in the south of France. Where do I start?!"<br /><br />This book answers every question that I ever asked her about trip planning and financing, and many more, things like how to take a leave of absence from your job, how to fund a big trip, how to decide on an itinerary, and how to deal with the smack in the face that is real life upon returning from an epic adventure.<br /><br />For a chance to win a copy, just leave a comment on this post telling me a little about your dream trip--where would you like to wander and why? I'll choose a winner at random next Friday. Good luck! And check back soon for Daddy Likey updates!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">p.s. For the next three days, Sarah is having a sale on The Wanderlust Workbook, knocking the price down to just 9 bucks. That price also includes a one-hour podcast and a step-by-step outline of what you need to do to prepare for a big trip. <a href="https://www.paypal.com/us/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=_flow&SESSION=at1LYtYevvfJgEzqr0DRAKUgxARxowqheSsD6j3-q3NlgtN0S4ooZH3vVly&dispatch=50a222a57771920b6a3d7b606239e4d529b525e0b7e69bf0224adecfb0124e9b61f737ba21b0819893872a305aebd502692faa8662ceacaf">Snap one up</a> for you or a friend or everyone you know, and thanks so much for supporting badass bloggers like Sarah VB!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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For those of you who are just joining the party here at Daddy Likey, DSYC is a recurring feature in which readers send in examples of the not-wearing-pants-when-they-are-clearly-necessary trend.<br /><br />Please feel free to <a href="http://daddylikey.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-show-cha-your-chocha.html">click here</a> to read the humble beginnings of <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't Show-cha Your Chocha</span>, or just read on and you'll surely get the gist of it.<br /><br />Like, look at this:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjZHhyQrpI/AAAAAAAAFrs/fUw-UgkGNgU/s1600/shoes+and+chocha.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjZHhyQrpI/AAAAAAAAFrs/fUw-UgkGNgU/s400/shoes+and+chocha.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505889267811921554" border="0" /></a>Get it? <span style="font-size:85%;">(Thanks Gabrielle!)<br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjYQJiZkmI/AAAAAAAAFrk/71s9IVtI5MM/s1600/peacock+chocha.jpg"><br /></a>Lovely reader Niovi sent this one in:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjQ8Np8xcI/AAAAAAAAFqs/hahypVKjUt8/s1600/sienna+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjQ8Np8xcI/AAAAAAAAFqs/hahypVKjUt8/s400/sienna+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505880277336769986" border="0" /></a>She explains: <span style="font-style: italic;">Sienna definitely shouldn't wash her dress too often, now it's torn, shrunk and chocha-lyptic</span>.<br /></div><br />To continue with the British chocha theme, here's the always-subtle Cheryl Cole:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjU1qm37cI/AAAAAAAAFrM/55tAugd-tw8/s1600/cole+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjU1qm37cI/AAAAAAAAFrM/55tAugd-tw8/s400/cole+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505884562895924674" border="0" /></a>Says Sarah: <span style="font-style: italic;">And to think of that she danced in that, oh the horror!</span></div><br />Here's a classic "For the love of God, hold down that hem!" moment:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjOarq8URI/AAAAAAAAFqc/Y4rCx0TTH7E/s1600/hold+that+dress.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjOarq8URI/AAAAAAAAFqc/Y4rCx0TTH7E/s400/hold+that+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505877502255190290" border="0" /></a><br />Kimberly submitted a few not-so-ready-to-wear looks from Versace's Ready-to-Wear collection:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiHB0uWRwI/AAAAAAAAFp0/rNZ34PzEs0c/s1600/see+through+skirt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiHB0uWRwI/AAAAAAAAFp0/rNZ34PzEs0c/s400/see+through+skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505799009863091970" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">See-through shower curtain skirt...why even wear one?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiHBa-CobI/AAAAAAAAFps/yWyBAYD7NCE/s1600/cutout+skirt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiHBa-CobI/AAAAAAAAFps/yWyBAYD7NCE/s400/cutout+skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505799002949591474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Wouldn't you love a dress with these wonderful little triangle "chocha windows"?</span><br /></div><br />Zoe found the perfect dress for your next purity ball:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjU1qm37cI/AAAAAAAAFrM/55tAugd-tw8/s1600/cole+chocha.jpg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjVsvjn2TI/AAAAAAAAFrU/5pT-4SUrBOc/s1600/key+to+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjVsvjn2TI/AAAAAAAAFrU/5pT-4SUrBOc/s400/key+to+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505885509117270322" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Dub it "Key to my chocha."</span></div><br />Well, this is upsetting:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjMDHF85pI/AAAAAAAAFqU/6vpH0oX7Ggo/s1600/bratz+winter+girlz+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjMDHF85pI/AAAAAAAAFqU/6vpH0oX7Ggo/s400/bratz+winter+girlz+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505874898276116114" border="0" /></a>Says Winifred: <span style="font-style: italic;">Apparently your local toystore can provide some chocharifficness!</span><br /></div><br />Tessa found the next few gems at every chocha hunter's favorite online store, Shopbop:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiJJ-psZ-I/AAAAAAAAFqM/qZFeEZfINBA/s1600/shopbop+dress+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiJJ-psZ-I/AAAAAAAAFqM/qZFeEZfINBA/s400/shopbop+dress+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505801348990134242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiJJu9jy6I/AAAAAAAAFqE/B95VZOyOsSM/s1600/shopbop+dress+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiJJu9jy6I/AAAAAAAAFqE/B95VZOyOsSM/s400/shopbop+dress+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505801344778488738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiJJY2myEI/AAAAAAAAFp8/yQ7MYF-YzJk/s1600/shopbop+dress+1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGiJJY2myEI/AAAAAAAAFp8/yQ7MYF-YzJk/s400/shopbop+dress+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505801338843744322" border="0" /></a>Sitting down: overrated and unnecessary.<br /></div><br />So, wouldn't you guess this dress was from, like, sluttyclubwear.com?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjWMkvWGjI/AAAAAAAAFrc/W428eU02wHc/s1600/sears+chocha.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjWMkvWGjI/AAAAAAAAFrc/W428eU02wHc/s400/sears+chocha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505886055969462834" border="0" /></a>Reader Becky delivers the bad news: <span style="font-style: italic;">The worst part is that this is A. from SEARS, and B. In the JUNIOR'S department.</span> </div><br />Here's a confusing peacock/chocha combo from Amena:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjYQJiZkmI/AAAAAAAAFrk/71s9IVtI5MM/s1600/peacock+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjYQJiZkmI/AAAAAAAAFrk/71s9IVtI5MM/s400/peacock+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505888316410139234" border="0" /></a>Ummm, yeah.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Next up:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjQQpAxFPI/AAAAAAAAFqk/EI07VCUXy_I/s1600/striped+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjQQpAxFPI/AAAAAAAAFqk/EI07VCUXy_I/s400/striped+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505879528765986034" border="0" /></a>Says Natalie: <span style="font-style: italic;">This is not only an ugly dress, it's a risky, possible chocha-showing dress.</span></div><br /></div></div>And finally, Anya sent in a series of chocha images (plus commentary) that I kind of want to turn into a flip book:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjTVZqv1XI/AAAAAAAAFrE/_rKZ0-11ajs/s1600/sunglasses+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjTVZqv1XI/AAAAAAAAFrE/_rKZ0-11ajs/s400/sunglasses+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505882909081326962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Exhibit A: The model is wearing sunglasses AND looking away, she clearly does not want to be recognized. I like the way she is touching the hem with one finger, as if to reassure herself that it didn't ride up and reveal her lady bits.</span> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjSyOYIzfI/AAAAAAAAFq0/WyRWgSRDuqA/s1600/hold+that+dress+down.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjSyOYIzfI/AAAAAAAAFq0/WyRWgSRDuqA/s400/hold+that+dress+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505882304755060210" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Exhibit B: She looks less than pleased about not having the sunglasses on anymore. I guess if she didn't have them to retain some dignity it was time to put her legs together and pull the dress down.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjTVGQMrOI/AAAAAAAAFq8/2nakfqUPBrE/s1600/leg+clench.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGjTVGQMrOI/AAAAAAAAFq8/2nakfqUPBrE/s400/leg+clench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505882903869697250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Exhibit C: A serious case of bitchface, and full-out leg clenching.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Amazing.<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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I did, however, get spit on by a deer, a fact which seems to have elicited the most interest and bewilderment.<br /><br />So here's the story.<br /><br />On the second day of our trip we headed to Glacier National Park, which was obviously gorgeous, all craggy cliff faces and green forests and majestic waterfalls and bouncing mountain goats.<br /><br />One problem: we accidentally visited on the 100th anniversary of the park, so we were basically stuck in a traffic jam for the entirety of our visit. We wanted to get off the road and explore, but every parking space was full and every shoulder was populated with construction equipment. At times it felt less like a natural wonderland and more like the parking lot of a suburban mall during the Nordstrom Anniversary Sale. And I mean, yeah, I love the Anniversary Sale, but that's not why I came to Montana.<br /><br />So finally, after two hours of driving, we spotted a trailhead and my mom just sort of stopped the car. We got out, stretched our legs, and then I saw a sign that said, "CAUTION: GRIZZLY BEARS" and I started crying and got back in the car. I'd been nervous about bears for the whole trip, mostly because my brother Tona kept saying things like, "When a grizzly bear kills you, it's personal" and when we stopped to get water at Walgreens that morning my brother Devin pointed to a newspaper that said, "Grizzly Bear Eats Man."<br /><br />Upon entering the park a ranger gave us a pamphlet with grizzly bear safety tips, which included making a lot of noise on the trails, especially around blind corners, so you don't surprise them. And that was pretty much it, because if a grizzly bear wants to eat you, it's going to.<br /><br />My family finally coaxed/bribed me out of the car and I nervously made my way toward the trail entrance, where we came upon another sign that said, "Missing Hiker: Please Look For Body Parts."<br /><br />Tona grabbed my shoulder and said, "The worst thing to do if you see a bear is to scream and run."<br /><br />"Tona," I said, grabbing his shoulder, "if I see a bear I am going to scream and run."<br /><br />Five minutes later we rounded the first blind corner and I saw a large brown animal in the bushes. I screamed and ran.<br /><br />Turns out it was a deer. My family shook their heads at my stupidity and walked past it without incident. "Come on!" they all said. "It's just a deer!"<br /><br />But my adrenaline was pumping. My life had flashed before my eyes. So had a VHS tape <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>that my brothers and I watched on repeat when we were kids, called <span style="font-style: italic;">Dangerous Encounters</span>. It was a collection of clips of wild animals mauling and killing people. It included a segment of a deer ramming some guy in a field until all his bones were broken.<br /><br />Now Marty Stouffer's voice was on loop in my head, saying, "Deer kill hundreds of people every year."<br /><br />The deer was staring at me, daring me to proceed. My family was staring at me, begging me to hurry up.<br /><br />"Deer kill hundreds of people every year!" I yelled.<br /><br />"That's not even true," Tona said. "Marty Stouffer doctored the statistics. That number is from deer causing car accidents."<br /><br />"Marty Stouffer would never lie!"<br /><br />"He did."<br /><br />"Fine, I'm coming," I said, and started to shuffle toward the deer. Its front feet were blocking the trail, and when I got within a couple feet it reared up, made a hissing sound and stuck out its tongue at me. Seriously. Look:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGG2kyjZojI/AAAAAAAAFpM/4_jP3FOiwRU/s1600/Montana+Adventure+2+342.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGG2kyjZojI/AAAAAAAAFpM/4_jP3FOiwRU/s400/Montana+Adventure+2+342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503880962785255986" border="0" /></a>I ran back to a safe distance and pleaded with it. "Deer, dude, you've gotta work with me here!"<br /><br />It ignored me and resumed snacking on leaves.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGG2lRLBrPI/AAAAAAAAFpU/9U18lFyTnMw/s1600/Montana+Adventure+2+347.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TGG2lRLBrPI/AAAAAAAAFpU/9U18lFyTnMw/s400/Montana+Adventure+2+347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503880971004521714" border="0" /></a>"Nona, just do it," Tona said. "It's distracted and it's a female, it's not going to hurt you."<br /><br />The rest of my family had resumed their hike and were disappearing around the next corner. I counted to three, covered my face and neck, and marched down the trail. That's when the deer stomped its feet and spit on me. I felt a mist of deer saliva. I yelled a series of expletives and charged forward. The deer made a sound that I can only describe as the ungulate version of "Harumph!" and bounded across the trail into the forest.<br /><br />We never saw a grizzly bear.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">p.s. Fashion-related posts coming soon!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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For those of you who are just joining the party here at Daddy Likey, <span style="font-style: italic;">DSYC</span> is a recurring feature in which readers send in examples of the not-wearing-pants-when-they-are-clearly-necessary trend.<br /></div><br />Please feel free to <a href="http://daddylikey.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-show-cha-your-chocha.html">click here</a> to read the humble beginnings of <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't Show-cha Your Chocha</span>, or just read on and you'll surely get the gist of it.<br /><br />Let's kick things off with the most elegant and classy brand in all of fashion, Ed Hardy:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_-Pc1sVdI/AAAAAAAAFm0/_-Zs_ipob64/s1600/ed+hardy+chocha.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_-Pc1sVdI/AAAAAAAAFm0/_-Zs_ipob64/s400/ed+hardy+chocha.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494389611808183762" border="0" /></a>Reader Chrisanthi explains: <span style="font-style: italic;">Notice the blonde girl trying to hold down the brunette's chocha-skimming "dress" from being blown away... the girl with the hairdryer must be trying to drawn the attention away from her complete box shot.</span><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><span>Speaking of class and elegance:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_5KRVt7KI/AAAAAAAAFmE/mK9sXrTrxTo/s1600/shauna+sand+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_5KRVt7KI/AAAAAAAAFmE/mK9sXrTrxTo/s400/shauna+sand+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494384025263795362" border="0" /></a>Says Courtney: <span style="font-style: italic;">Though this particular choch-offense isn't especially short, the placement of the design gives me great concern.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br />Here's an elegant space age DSYC moment:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_9ey0uGII/AAAAAAAAFms/DGJzhD8i3x0/s1600/looking+for+trouble.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_9ey0uGII/AAAAAAAAFms/DGJzhD8i3x0/s400/looking+for+trouble.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494388775896094850" border="0" /></a>Says Brooke: <span style="font-style: italic;">This gal is just looking for trouble! </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Love this one from reader Flavia:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TEDOp3L7YEI/AAAAAAAAFnc/f74T3j0AESw/s1600/tour+de+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TEDOp3L7YEI/AAAAAAAAFnc/f74T3j0AESw/s400/tour+de+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494618763975942210" border="0" /></a>You might call this a "tour de chocha."<br /></div><br />Minona (oh my god, best name ever) sent in this fairly cute, really short dress from Asos:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_8zGMkEmI/AAAAAAAAFmk/kPgHCTX3wTo/s1600/asos+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_8zGMkEmI/AAAAAAAAFmk/kPgHCTX3wTo/s400/asos+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494388025182130786" border="0" /></a>This would be a perfectly fine chocha submission on its own, but as Minona said, "you have to go to <a href="http://www.asos.com/Motel/Motel-Exclusive-To-Asos-Chain-Print-Zoe-Dress/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=880113&cid=8799&Rf-200=3&sh=0&pge=0&pgesize=200&sort=-1&clr=Navy">the website</a> and view the catwalk video, if you dare." Watching the model try to spin around glamorously while tugging her dress down to cover her butt is both stressful and delightful.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here's a priceless chocha trifecta from Emma:<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_5oL3oMKI/AAAAAAAAFmM/ZTSWjUpgsbk/s1600/alexander+wang+ad.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_5oL3oMKI/AAAAAAAAFmM/ZTSWjUpgsbk/s400/alexander+wang+ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494384539191488674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">I found this picture of an ad campaign for Alexander Wang disturbing. The model's body language pretty much speaks for itself!</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Here's a near sent in by lovely reader Bojana:<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_7H0aNrII/AAAAAAAAFmc/r4e8-kzGVgg/s1600/sparkly+short+dress.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_7H0aNrII/AAAAAAAAFmc/r4e8-kzGVgg/s400/sparkly+short+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494386182161542274" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Entertainment Weekly captioned this dress as a 'youthful Rafael Cennamo mini.' Youthful here meaning 'chocha-licious.'<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;">Here's a great Glee chocha (glocha?) from Jessica:<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TEDOOqIJiyI/AAAAAAAAFnU/RHqiA4mt71E/s1600/glee+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TEDOOqIJiyI/AAAAAAAAFnU/RHqiA4mt71E/s400/glee+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494618296613964578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">While I do love </span><i style="font-style: italic;">Glee</i><span style="font-style: italic;">, I think we can agree that Lea Michele is not super thrilled to have to appear in Elle in such a chocha-tastic ensemble.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Some of my favorite DSYC submissions are the ones that are clearly labeled as "dresses" while showing the model's entire crotch:<br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_-6EpFFVI/AAAAAAAAFm8/eZL6PIyT6_w/s1600/not+a+dress.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_-6EpFFVI/AAAAAAAAFm8/eZL6PIyT6_w/s400/not+a+dress.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494390344047203666" border="0" /></a>As Anna says: <span style="font-style: italic;">You can legitimately see her crotch. See. Her. Crotch. Oh jeez.</span></div><br />My other favorite DSYC submissions are the ones that are clearly labeled "nun's habit" while showing the model's entire crotch:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_6hHWDtmI/AAAAAAAAFmU/vXL7hHnbgIQ/s1600/nun+chocha.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TD_6hHWDtmI/AAAAAAAAFmU/vXL7hHnbgIQ/s400/nun+chocha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494385517229487714" border="0" /></a>A huge thanks to reader Alex for spotting this one.<br /></div><br />Aaaannnnd I think we should end with the slutty nun. Yep, definitely.<br /><br />Spot a chocha? Send it in! <span style="font-weight: bold;">daddylikeyblog@gmail.com</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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I stopped him mid-sentence and said, "Henry, who knows how many men are facing the same challenges in silence and isolation? You need to blog about this." He was about to embark on a road trip to the Grand Canyon, so he agreed to file a guest post from the road, Jack Kerouac-style. This is his story.</span><br /><br />Readers of Daddy Likey may not know it, but millions of men every year are burdened with the task of properly ventilating their legs. Sure, toughing it out and wearing pants during the summer months is an option, but when the raging inferno of an out-of-control barbecue backdrafts into an already sweltering August heat, the practicality of pants goes up in smoke. Which leaves us with the unenviable task of picking out shorts - and if you’re a man of discerning taste, that means shorts that don’t make you look like a bro.<br /><br />Bros, for the unfamiliar, are so common you probably don’t even realize what a distinct group they are. But it is their numbers that have forced clothing manufacturers to cater to the poor tastes of every Chad, Kyle and Tre in the ultimate frisbee league. Though their interests may range from Jagermeister to hemp, and hackey sack to Playstation, their commitment to baggy, canvas shorts with non-standard pocket configurations is their common banner. So in a stand against this tyranny of the majority, I attempted to find shorts that broke free of the bro mold. The following three trials were taken on a road trip through the Southwest with my future in-laws and rated on a scale of 1-10, with 10 being maximum bro-ness.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exhibit A</span></span><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TCDoTZWpg4I/AAAAAAAAFjc/TQkc-DKMWU8/s1600/rei+shorts.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TCDoTZWpg4I/AAAAAAAAFjc/TQkc-DKMWU8/s400/rei+shorts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485639766058304386" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A descriptor:</span> A pair of cargo shorts from REI, except they weren’t real cargo shorts. Yeah they had the pockets on the sides, and zippers in places that weren’t my crotch, but they were made out of a blend of nylon, polyester and some other fibrous abomination devised by man, rather than a just and all-knowing God. They do, however, appear to be spill resistant. Regular fit. Knee length. Are they bro-ish? Well sure, but more the kind of bros that drink wheatgrass cleansing smoothies and are really into parkour.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Performance:</span> These held up surprisingly well. Granted, I didn’t put them through the rigors that millions of dollars worth of textile science at REI-HQ designed them for, but they did repel crumbs from most of the salted-snacks consumed. And the toothpaste I accidentally smeared into the pocket will come right out in the wash. Extra points given for their innovative material, which on long car trips went a long way toward mitigating ass-sweat.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bro-factor:</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">8.1 </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exhibit B</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TCDpaWfvyVI/AAAAAAAAFjs/1PnCTs-NmSM/s1600/khaki+shorts.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TCDpaWfvyVI/AAAAAAAAFjs/1PnCTs-NmSM/s400/khaki+shorts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485640985061869906" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <span style="font-weight: bold;">A descriptor:</span> Do you know how hard it is to find a pair of loose-fitting, khaki knee-length shorts if you’re a semi-professional man between the ages of 25-30? Because I sure as hell didn’t. I am in the uncanny valley of casual men’s summer wear. I’m not quite ready to take the plunge into pleated, cuffed old man shorts, but I also want to differentiate myself from the neighbor kids who keep me up at night with their goddamn skateboarding. Out of options at the big box retail operations, I made a defeated trek to the Vans store in the Lloyd Center Mall in search of some tan Dickies. Result was plain khaki Red Hat (some Dickies equivalent) shorts that sit right below the kneecap. No extra pockets. No awful screen printed designs.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Performance:</span> These get an “incomplete” for the trip. Yeah they fit really well when I tried them on in the store, but after three days of driving for 8 hours per day and eating In-n-Out burger, not so much. Canvas work shorts just don’t have the ‘give’ that an indulgent life on the road requires. Not what I would expect from a company tasked with outfitting countless Warped Tour performers lo these many years.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bro-factor: 8.9 </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Exhibit C</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TCDohG3NoMI/AAAAAAAAFjk/3O3fYtlyB04/s1600/camo+cargo+shorts.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 301px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MZd3_a0qUBg/TCDohG3NoMI/AAAAAAAAFjk/3O3fYtlyB04/s400/camo+cargo+shorts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485640001612783810" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">A descriptor:</span> Fuck it. These are used, camo-print, button-fly cargo shorts purchased from Buffalo Exchange for $12. Their pockets can hold 6 cans of Milwaukee’s Best Ice (“Beast”). We’re through the looking glass, people.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Performance:</span> Wow these are comfortable! When combined with a pair of flip-flop sandals and a baseball shirt, these may, in fact, be the most comfortable things I’ve ever worn. I can keep everything in these pockets too. Digital camera, wallet, keys, phone, other shorts, whatever. There’s also psychological comfort in just giving in and embracing the bro shorts. I now have a new appreciation for people in muumuus or the crazy guy on my way to work who wears a down comforter as a cape (I call him The King). They’re doing what feels good, society be damned.<br /></div></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bro-factor: vast and immeasurable</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type="text/javascript"><!--
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