I wouldn't use squick to describe my dislike of Butterfly Kisses. I have no problem with the kisses themselves, but the song is just way too sappy for my taste.

Motorists cannot buy devices, now used by emergency vehicles, to change red lights to green. [dude, I didn't even know they existed ...]

The hell with the anti-spam thing, I want one of these.

Cinnabon french toast

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I am squicked, because we don't do sap like that in my family. There's not a moment in that song that I can envision even being related to, much less being myself. It doesn't charm, or comfort, or tug my heartstrings. It's Precious Moments of parenting to me.

It is squicky for me because I give butterfly kisses on the tummy, with eyelashes, and the thought of a daddy doing that to his daughter on her wedding day is just ewwwww.

(Even in the lyrics she says "Not on the mouth, Daddy", which would tend to imply he gives butterfly kisses on the mouth.)

I think where you kiss kids is a cultural thing; I've grown up places where you kiss your little kids on the lips, but other people are totally squicked.

Thanks for the explanation, Nonian.

Maybe I have no problems with it because I first heard it when I was really little, and I loved butterfly kisses, and I rather wished that my dad was like the dad in the song. Also, I've never had a problem with sappiness, ever. I mean, BaRBiE+kEn4EvArrrr!!!!!!!!!, B/A4eVa!!!!!11!1!!!!, etc.

Other people are having extreme reactions that I don't get, though. Usually sappiness inspires mocking, not vomiting. So confusing.

Usually sappiness inspires mocking, not vomiting. So confusing.

Parent/child sappiness, especially across gender (even if honestly totally legal) drives me way closer to the gag reflex, even though standard sap can make me sick by itself.

I think I've convinced another co-worker to try krav! And not even on purpose.

Other people are having extreme reactions that I don't get, though. Usually sappiness inspires mocking, not vomiting.

For me, the music and lyrics blend into this gut-punch of ew. The arrangement is way too maudlin while the singer sounds like he's lamenting the end of a romance.

Pope hospitalized with "breathing crisis".

You know how much I love you Daddy / But if you don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time

I didn't see anything about not on the mouth, Betsy. I read this line to mean they were doing butterfly kisses on the cheek, and then when she got older, she just kissed him regularly on the cheek instead of doing butterfly kisses. And then I figured she butterfly kissed him on the cheek again at the wedding (instead of him butterfly kissing her tummy), because immediately before walking down the aisle would be a really weird time to make people start stripping out of their formal wear.

You guys are totally allowed your eww, just to be clear. I just don't get it. I like the idea of affection between kids and parents, even cross-gendered, when it seems completely innocent, like this seems (to me).

But I'm going to try and let it go. This will most likely be helped by the slice of cheesecake I'm about to go focus on.

Pope hospitalized with "breathing crisis".

Could it be the cloud of gray smoke coming from the college of cardinals?