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<\/a>Beware of men with cute dogs and couches!<\/p><\/div>\n
My wonderful writing group, The Write on, Mamas!<\/a>, performed at San Francisco’s Lit Crawl last weekend. Our theme was “Let Go Or Be Dragged.” As the mother of 20-somethings, I have a lot of experience with this. I read this piece (originally published in the now-defunct\u00a0<\/em>Underwired Magazine). What have you needed to let go of to avoid being dragged?<\/em><\/p>\n *<\/em><\/p>\n My daughter Ally is studying in Spain for the year, meaning she occasionally attends classes in between jetting around the continent. Recently she emailed that she and her friend Amy were off to Belgium, where they planned to save money by couchsurfing.<\/p>\n Parents lucky enough to dwell in a state of ignorant bliss might not know about couchsurfing. It\u2019s no longer a euphemism for being one step away from living on the streets, but a new social networking sensation among the young. When Millennials tire of tweeting about revolution, they log on and find people willing to put them up for free anywhere in the world.<\/p>\n Ally was excited because a 41-year-old man had offered to host them.<\/p>\n I curbed my impulse to scream at her before alerting the State Department. Instead, I did what any normal mother would do: Googled \u201ccouchsurfing,\u201d and immediately clicked on the \u201cbad experiences\u201d link.<\/p>\n First up was a Facebook page subtitled \u201cThe Dark Side.\u201d It read like a plot-pitch competition for the sequel to Taken<\/em>, a movie about college girls in a Paris nightclub who are picked up by cute guys. \u201cPicked up\u201d as in kidnapped, since it turns out the cute guys are really working for Albanian sex traffickers. Luckily, one of the abductees has Liam Neeson for a father; a former CIA operative who proves to all that he is not so much paranoid as prescient. And pretty skilled in dirty tricks.<\/p>\n Ally\u2019s mother and father, alas, are not so skilled. Like a lot of parents these days, our talents consist of hovering and fretting about our children\u2019s happiness. We belong to the generation that wouldn\u2019t let kids play in the woods lest they stumble into the creek or an outpost of perverts. Our preschoolers\u2019 circle time featured picture books about green, red, and yellow lights to inoculate them against stranger danger.<\/p>\n So like all good parents, my husband and I drilled Ally to run away from the hypothetical nice man with a litter of puppies in the back of his van. No<\/em>, she declared, she would never<\/em> go see the puppies, no matter how<\/em> cute he said they were!<\/p>\n \u201cHow about a man who wanted to show you a litter of kittens?\u201d I quizzed.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat would be wrong with kittens?\u201d Ally asked, perplexed.<\/p>\n Having reached the limits of generalized thinking rather quickly, it seemed pointless to expand the horizon of potential danger to include 41-year-old men with couches.<\/p>\n Particularly to a five-year-old.<\/p>\n Now the Stranger Danger Generation is all grown up. And going couchsurfing. Who says irony is dead?<\/p>\n I clicked out of the \u201cDark Side\u201d and went directly to the source: www.couchsurfing.org<\/a>. True, this is a bit like relying on Big Pharma for advertising failed drug trials, but what\u2019s a mother to do?<\/p>\n Couchsurfing International\u2019s motto is \u201ccreating a better world, one couch at a time.\u201d The website* features a large map festooned with pushpins, creating the impression that you can track your far-flung child the way politicians track every last voter in every last precinct. \u201cThe World is Smaller than You Think,\u201d proclaims a headline. This subliminal leap to Disney\u2019s \u201cIt\u2019s a small world, after all\u201d induced a nostalgic trance, and I felt myself being lulled into a more trusting state. No matter that predators are equally skilled in setting up their prey.<\/p>\n As I read further under \u201cSafety isn\u2019t one-size-fits-all,\u201d I encountered the same conversation about stranger danger that I had attempted years earlier. It wasn\u2019t so much about puppies and kittens as checking references, trusting your gut, paying attention to the internal red, yellow, and green lights. This time, the target audience had the cognitive skills to make such assessments.<\/p>\n I recalled a service trip to Mexico Ally had made a few years earlier with a church group. Before our teenagers embarked, the minister tried to assuage parents\u2019 anxiety about drug violence. \u201cThe world is a risky place,\u201d she said. \u201cI worry each time my own children travel to faraway countries. But then I realize that the far greater risk comes from never leaving home.\u201d<\/p>\n Now as then\u2014as with every stage of parenting–I had to swallow hard and trust in the universe and Ally\u2019s judgment. From crib death to solid food to sleepovers to dating to driving to leaving home\u2014couchsurfing was just one more thing on the list of stuff I couldn\u2019t control.<\/p>\n Ally returned from Belgium an ecstatic and avowed couchsurfer. Their host had taken them ice skating, handed over the keys to his apartment, and prepared a feast of mussel stew.<\/p>\n Thank you, universe, for taking care of my daughter.<\/p>\n And thank you, kind stranger, for making her feel at home.<\/p>\n _______<\/p>\n * The website has changed since I wrote this a couple of years ago, so you won’t find the same verbiage or graphics anymore.<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" My wonderful writing group, The Write on, Mamas!, performed at San Francisco’s Lit Crawl last weekend. Our theme was “Let Go Or Be Dragged.” As the mother of 20-somethings, I have a lot of experience with this. I read this … Continue reading