Duggar Disaster

…or a post in which my blog temporarily turns into a tabloid. I have loosely followed the Duggar family ever since my college roommate turned on the TV in our dorm room and said something to the effect of, “Can you believe it? This family has 17 kids. That is crazy.”

Well, now they have 19 kids (plus a number of grandkids), and everything has gotten crazier. My first thought upon hearing that Josh Duggar (the family’s oldest son) allegedly molested five young girls when he was a teenager was something like, I knew something would come up to destroy that family’s reputation.

The Duggars, from the sugarcoated glimpse of their life that we see on TV, seem to have reached “perfection.” They’ve got fundamentalist Christianity down pat. Their very conservative and controversial views appeared to work well for them. Their fellow Christians want to be like them, and their haters despise them and are now shouting “I told you so” from the rooftops.

Their downfall was inevitable, really. The way I look at it, every family has problems because every family is made of imperfect individuals. The Duggar family has four or five times the number of people as the average American family, so it only makes sense that they would have four or five times the number of problems. Reality TV producers don’t want you to know that, though, so they don’t show all the many issues the Duggars must have to deal with every day.

But I don’t know whether Josh Duggar’s issue is a mental illness, some kind of repressed sexual desire, or a plea for attention and help. After all, in a house with that many kids, someone is bound to feel neglected at some point, and those kinds of feelings tend to resurface in ugly ways.

Anyway, I thought this whole thing was a humbling reminder that nobody is perfect, reality TV is a scripted lie, and the sharks will always follow the blood in the water.