How much Mario Batali, famous chef, and father of two college age sons, do you have in you? Batali in a national newspaper recently:
I still pay for my son’s phones, so they use the “Find My Friends” app, which allows me to track them no matter where they are. If they turn it off, I give them 15 minutes to turn it back on or I turn off their phones. ’Cause if you’re somewhere you don’t want me to know about, maybe you should pay for your own phone.
It’s amazing to me that Batali is not the least bit self conscious about surveilling his sons, meaning maybe you find my reaction more surprising. But before this phenomenon becomes the new normal, let’s “press pause” and think about it a bit.
Some questions for the Batali’s of the world. Why so little trust in your adult children? Was your parenting that bad? How would you have liked it if your parents had used global positioning satellites to keep track of your every move when a young adult? When a young adult, did you have ample freedom to make some important decisions by yourself, including where to go and when? And did you learn anything important from poor decisions? In the end, were you better off as a result of the pre-gps autonomy you enjoyed?
“But the world is a more dangerous place today,” the Batali’s will say, “then when we grew up.” But social science data strongly suggests otherwise. So rampant parental anxiety about their young adult children’s well-being isn’t rational, it’s emotional, which begs a few more questions for the Batali’s. What is your greatest fear? Is it, as I suspect, that your adult children are going to be physically harmed, maybe even die?
How will your technological tethers prevent random bad things from happening? My guess is, and tell me if I’m wrong, the Batali’s can’t quite accept the fragility of life, theirs, and especially their children’s. If we want to truly safeguard our young adult children, we have to ban them from getting driver’s licenses, not allow them to go away to college, and preclude them from being outdoors in public. In addition, we need to strengthen our technological tethers so that we can detect blood alcohol, THC, and nakedness from long distance.*
Last but not least, a suggestion for the Batali broheims and their watched over peers. Scrape together enough money for your own phones. Tell your parents to take their “Find My Friends” apps and shove them. Lovingly of course. Because life is fragile.
* I hope no one in Silicon Valley reads this.
I have been surprised by how many stories I’ve heard recently about parents tracking their children. I also found out recently just how fast my oldest son once drove my VW van. A tracking system would have sent me an immediate alert. Personally, I’m glad he learned a lesson on his own. Seems many want to keep an umbilical permanently attached.
Fast VW van? The ultimate oxymoron.
These are going to be the parents in their twilight years going, “Why don’t my children ever call me? Why don’t they ever want to see me?” And I’ll be standing there with my arm raised so high in the air that it hurts going, “I know!”
Jesus. One of the biggest things that my mom did for me was respect my privacy. Because she did, I was never so much as grounded because I never had to lie to her about where I was going and who I was seeing. If she’d spied on me, done deal. No trust, no respect, no need to tell her anything other than get out of my life and STAY out. Does it not dawn on these people that children have the same constitutional rights as they do? They’re PEOPLE. They’re human beings and what you show them is what they will learn. And what they’re showing them is YOU HAVE NO VALUE. I don’t respect you. I don’t trust you. You are unworthy. I am superior. I own access to your every movement.
What do these parents think the result of this will be?