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Originally Posted by Baby Lee
Yeah, 'what if my grown daughter's friends are pedophiles' should be foremost in the minds of all grandparents.
Young folk these days, runnin' around befriending pedophiles. It's all the rage.
I'm with tomataboid, this story is pretty darned skewed.
Anecdotes of drinking, drug use, and anonymous sex are not evidence of such. They are what they are, anecdotes.
And just because the men are strangers to the grandparents, doesn't mean they are strangers to the daughter, or the kids, or that they are by definition sketchy.
And for background, I've seen both sides of it. My own family was your Ozzy/Harriet, first and only marriage for each, stay at home mom, no drinking, no smoking, no neglect.
My mom's brother, who I'd spend most of my time with when we'd visit the family in Louisiana, was shacking up with a lady friend, and had all sorts of friends over at all times. It was more libertine, but it was also the 'white trash' iteration of southern hospitality. So long as you were a friend in need, and there was a bed or couch or recliner free, you had a place to crash.
Granted, I didn't live there for years on end, just a week or so every few months, but I never felt in danger because I trusted my uncle's estimation of people.
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