Michelle Duggar

This woman is a machine- a baby-making machine, called by God (she believes) to bring as many children into this complex world as humanly possible. You know, b/c God likes kids and dirty diapers and screaming and teething and endless sleepless nights. Michelle's husband, Jim Bob Duggar, is a former state legislator from Tontitown, Arkansas, who served in the Ark. House of Representatives from 1999-2002. They are both real estate agents and claim to live without debt. Wonder if that has anything to do with the big bucks they get from the shows on Discovery channel and TLC, etc.? This whole "mission from God" started when in the mid-eighties Michelle was on the pill and miscarried. The Duggars grieved as their "selfish actions had taken the life of their child." They've been making up for it ever since, producing 17 children, 10 boys and 7 girls, with another on the way due to be born in January of 2009. Oh, and all their kid's names start with the letter, J. Jim Bob (I swear that's his real name) reports that all their children are blessings from God. Hmm.... (things that make you go...) this disturbs me on all sorts of levels, not the least of which is their inevitable inability to give each of these kids the proper attention they need and deserve! And on the subject of all the handouts the receive, if God is behind your self-produced orphanage, wouldn't he drop diapers and formula and groceries on your doorstep? For some reason this causes me a lot of skepticism, especially when I read how they break down the household chores into gender-specific roles, forming a subordinate, submissive role for each of these 7 girls before they can even roll over in their hand-me-down crib! I saw an interview with Michelle Duggar where they were asking all sorts of questions about pregnancy: what do you crave, do you get sick, what do you eat, how do you know you're pregnant.....? She has her pregnancy routines down to the day almost, she's a freakin' expert, and she said for the first three months she's sick and eats protein several times a day and can't stand the smell of frying ground meat (so her girls perform this task- Little Orphan Annie comes to mind), from three months to six months she just enjoys being pregnant, and from six months to delivery she waddles like a duck. How can the human body withstand this kind of torture? Seriously? How does her whole female anatomy not just fall out when she's bending over getting 30 boxes of cereal from the grocery store? Was she hypnotized or something or is she really doing this of her own free will? Her rapport is like a robot as she answers an interviewers questions, like a Stepford wife without the unorthodox beauty and beautiful clothes and polished, refined manner. She appears more to me like a desperate woman trapped in her own hell of gynecologists, lullabies, poopy diapers, casserole making, laundry folding, free-will repressing, slavery. Frankly, the whole scenario scares me silly, and I just hope they love their kids and teach them that it's okay to be an individual in a house full of kids that look, talk, act, and think just like you do.