Conversation with baba: War of the sexes part 1

I will provide you the context of this within the coming little while…

(Meet my dad, the feminist.)
“How could he possibly be interested in a woman that’s so obviously there ONLY to feed his ego? He’s so smart, dad.”
“There’s a reason why the female archetype is ‘The Blonde Bombshell’.”
“Times are a changin’ baba! Blondes are out.”
“(laughter) Ok, Maha, but it’s the sentiment that still exists. At the end of the day, men within a certain age group don’t want a terribly sophisticated woman. They need someone who will validate them, someone who will make them feel stronger and smarter and the best thing in the world.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really. A man doesn’t want to be challenged.”
“You didn’t. That’s why you left mom.”
“That’s right. I can admit that now. I needed a different sort of woman.”
“And now?”
“Now I’m nearly 60, Maha. Now, I know the only sort of woman I can be with is a woman who challenges me. Through challenge, I become a better man.”

(Meet my dad, the guy who forgot my 31st birthday.)
“So where does that leave me?”
“You’re going to be 32.”
“No way! When?”
“October 16”
“Rock on.”

(Meet my dad, my number one fan.)
“Maha.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m being serious.”
“Yes. Of course. Sorry. I like pink.”
“(laughter) That’s part of the reason you’re having trouble finding a good and worthy man. You’re surrounded by boys who are intimidated by you. You’re too much for a boy. You need a man.”
“So what do I do? OH MY GOD, I should date 60 year olds like you?”
“No. You have to find a man whose not intimidated by your beauty, wit and brains. You have a rare combination and you don’t know how to tone it down. Nor should you have to.”
“(pause) I like pink.”
“You’re a strange kid.”
“Like a goat?”
“Maha.”
“I like goats, baba. But not as much as I like pink.”