The tradition of letting the father “cut the cord” is such an obvious attempt to fabricate a reason for the father to even be there: “Let’s find something for this incompetent boob to do.” They present the duty of cutting the cord as if it’s a magic bonding ceremony. In reality, you’re just the dorky guy snipping the ribbon in front of a new building that you didn’t build. It’s ironic that the man whose virility caused this whole situation is now the most impotent person in the room.
