How could you not love a phrase which makes Freud excitedly nod his head in his grave?įor Freud, the father is simultaneously sex object and protector the young girl seeks safety in him, and she also thinks he’s kinda hot. The image of raucous Boston Red Sox fans holding signs proclaiming “Who’s Your Daddy?!” above their heads in reference to Pedro Martinez’s athletic prowess immediately jumps to mind. Thus, “Who’s Your Daddy?” naturally has become an all-purpose indication of superiority. This is probably because everyone agrees that the older man - the father figure - is always superior in every way. Who cares? What really matters is that “daddy” is such a useful word.
However, across modern musical genres, the term “daddy” has nothing to do with anyone’s father and takes on a blatantly - and sketchy - sexual connotation. The Zombies’ lead singer, while extremely condescending to women, is not referring to himself as anyone’s “Daddy.” He really is asking about the girl’s Dad. I only cemented my coolness when I started humming along: “What’s your name? Who’s your daddy? Is he rich like me?” The other day, however, I found myself nostalgically strolling to the tune of “Time of the Season”, a huge hit from 1969 by the Zombies. Like most Yalies, I have picked up on several tricks of the antisocial trade and will, on occasion, sport headphones without music in order to indicate my reluctance to engage in conversation. After class the other day, I strategically pulled out my Walkman - no, not iPod - in preparation for my trek back to Silliman.
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