Check out this post from Susan Ray Schmidt on Lemondrop.
I was watching “Sister Wives” on TV. I placed the apple I’d been munching on the lamp table and leaned forward in my chair, thoughtfully staring at my flat-screen. The blue eyes of the woman looking into the camera appeared honest and sincere. Her voice was friendly and steady as she explained to her TV show audience that she, Janelle, was wife number two in her polygamous family.
Her husband, Kody, and her sister-wives, Meri and Christine, all lived together in one huge home right in Salt Lake City. Their 12 children ate and romped together. The women valued one another and wouldn’t know what to do without the amazing bond that knit them all together as a family unit. They shared various family tasks, and their caring and support of each other was inspirational…
The camera panned from one woman to the next and all smiled and nodded in agreement. Seated in the middle was Kody, dashing Kody, with his irresistible smile and his feathered hair curling long over his collar. He gave a quick squeeze to Janelle, seated on his left, as his fingers twined with Meri’s, seated on his right.
“Sister Wives.” My jaw clenched. Oh, yes, the daily mechanics of polygamy they were choosing to display were somewhat on target. But…really? Did they think the skin-deep details — whose turn it was to do laundry; which wife was pregnant; the rotating, nocturnal visits of Kissing Kody to his wives — was going to satisfy intelligent viewers?
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