So have you gotten over your Duggar-induced shock from the last post?
Holy crap, huh? I don’t even know what to think. Someone who found my last post involving the Duggars from August of 2007 –when #17 was born– took the time to leave a very detailed and hurt-filled comment regarding growing up in a large family and how she felt it shortchanged the children. Being an only child –albeit one with a weird extended-family thing– I can’t say I have much of an experience with having to compete for attention, but I sincerely do wonder just how the real Duggars interact and cope with their sheer familial size.
By far, though, the blogosphere seems most abuzz with Michelle Duggar’s possibly cavernous vagina– which, well… that’s the blogosphere for you, right? But still… ow.
I honestly don’t think that I can seriously sit down and write about this more. I’ve been busy informing the world of this development and gauging reactions. Most people don’t have a bell ringing when I mention the name Duggar, but when I relate the number of kids everyone seems to have an opinion.
And ironically, the more I think about it, the less clear my opinion becomes– despite having written this entry on the Quiverfull movement not too long ago.
(Yes that’s right MSNBC— it’s (unfortunately) Quiverfull with two Ls. Get it right)
What is so wrong? What is so right?
And, if the Duggars choose to make America a part of it all by sharing their (happy?) news on national television, does that give us all the collective right to judge and maybe to condemn them?
There are no answers, really. But maybe the questions being asked aren’t the right ones, either.