Expressing anger or frustration to dad with negative and harsh words was pretty much a conversational non starter with him. He exercised stringent self control and expected me to follow suit. It was not that he wanted me to deny my thoughts and feelings but rather that he wanted me to find the self control to choose words wisely and carefully, especially when agitated. He did not believe in an entitlement to inflict your feelings on others.

When I came to him and vented my anger and frustration he would half sing, half chant the ditty below.

What are you gonna do when the meat runs out? Go stand in the corner with your snoot stuck out!

He had picked that up as a child from either a grandparent or a great grandparent. To him it meant that if you were bent out of shape about something (like the meat running out, which happened a lot during the depression he lived through growing up) then rather than inflict your attitude on others, you should go pout in a corner until you worked through it.

His method of teaching the discipline of managing harsh feelings is probably considered unhealthy today. But I contend that the world in general, and the internet in particular, would be better places if we all exercised more self control.