Yesterday, the Internet was all a-flutter over the news that 25 percent of grown-ass men travel with stuffed animals. Maybe “all a-flutter” is overstating it, but one or two “news” “outlets” covered the Travelodge survey:
Travelodge said that 25 percent of men reported they take their teddy bear away with them when going away on business. The stuffed animal supposedly reminds them of home and — some say — helps fill a cuddle-void left by distant partners.
At first, I had the same reaction Gawker did: “How sad must the traveling merchant class be?” But then I realized that, once Sasha is old enough to understand that Daddy has to take long trips away from home for work, she’ll probably ask me to bring along Gou-Gou, her dog, or one of the owls, or some little creature so a part of her will be with me. And I’ll do it, and probably become attached to the thing myself, and take pictures of it in the skanky hotels I’m forced to stay in, and will silently cry myself to sleep at night, clutching at the filthy fake-haired animal.
But—please, God, please!—don’t let the creature be Elmo.