Maybe...didn't lots of people think the Blanchard girls' mother was a saint until after the murder and the MBP stuff came out?
I think there's enough about Jill and Shrek out there to raise reasonable doubt.
Hard to say your kids are starving because of poverty when you and your husband are obese, and you've publicly posted your husband always eats first.
That bit honestly reminds me of North Korea. There was a good film out, indie, that had a former intelligence officer working with the broker networks that get people out of NK, and was able to talk to and shoot film with a defector family literally as soon as they crossed into China. And the family said the chubby pastor who helped them in China reminded them of Kim Jong Un. Because they were both fat, and “Kim is the only fat person in North Korea.” But they actually looked nothing alike.
Let me check my watchlist…yep, it’s called “Beyond Utopia” and is $5-8 or local equivalent on Amazon video.
It’s also interesting for fundie watchers too, because by talking to the family immediately on escape, the film also shows how they left that brainwashing and the Kim cult behind. It’s not so easy as simply getting physically free. I cried at the end, because the family (mom, dad, two kids under ten, grandma), were about to run/sneak in to the embassy of a country that would send them to South Korea rather than deport them back to the North. Very scary time, if they’re caught they’ll be executed on returning to NK.
Yet in those circumstances, the family were trying to calm themselves/not scare or tip off the small kids, so they sang. And the songs they knew…all propaganda. It was ironic and heartbreaking that they would do that on their way to freedom.
I really feel the same way about Jill and Shrek as I do Kim. Ugly, fat tyrants who can’t prioritize their own kids. And the kids don’t even have school or outside friends to get food and positive interaction.
I know what it is to have a mom breathing down your neck about how you eat. I won’t describe, just say there’s a reason I’m the same height as my grandma, who was a toddler when the Great Depression started up, and a full foot shorter than my brother. But I could get food from friends and had enough interaction and unstructured or alone time that I could earn money and buy food.
The Rodlets don’t have outside friends. They can’t go to the bodega or buy lunch at school, all things I did to get enough. Which, IMO, really worsens their nutritional situation.