The Ballad of Jennifer Thibodeaux

There was a saying I once heard, “It is easy to claim victory when no one else is fighting the same war”, how fitting.

Jennifer tells a tale, quite grand in scale, almost remiss of myth and legend, passed down through the generations through bards and troubadours. However, this tale is actually quite simple, the myth isn’t as grand yet instead can be summed up in one statement “spoiled”.

It would not be advantageous to point out every single instance, example or nuance to support my argument as that would fuel the fire in this scenario. Also too, as unlike the protagonist of our tale, I am better than that.

Was her upbringing picture perfect? No. Are there attributing factors that made things that much more difficult? Sure. Parents divorced, these days whose isn’t? However, was there always a roof over her head, food in her belly, opportunities for her to socialize, enjoy, experience and grow into whatever person she desired to be? Yes. She was given the opportunity to pursue higher education, fully paid, and only she was the reason it was not completed.

When someone has never had to face consequences for any actions, ever, whether statements made or acts that otherwise would jeopardize their record and reputation it is easy to become complacent. The notion or feeling of being “untouchable” or “infallible” should only be reserved for figures of worship, not mere privileged youth. Family seems to be a conundrum for Jennifer, as she confuses what family truly should mean, unconditional love.  If you cannot forgive your closest family, those that spent their entire life providing, supporting or even growing with you then that sacred vow is lost.

Instead, we are faced with someone who cannot forgive and assuredly will not forget. The contradiction being that she expects those in her life to do so, when she cannot. Often times going on the offensive, dredging up old controversy that is long forgotten by the defendant to strike deep blows. No consideration or forward thinking is paid how those statements may affect the opposing party. Irony is that she can easily dish out such hatred, but when cast in her direction, she crumbles.

Our title character is also an illusionist, fabricating items from pure imagination to persuade her audience.  Allow me to dispel such illusions, all such are pure embellishments of the actual truth, a whisper that has been escalated to a shout, a look that was turned to a scornful gaze and a verbal argument becoming a court-worthy case.

While I can go on speaking in very broad, theatrical terminology, I feel that it may be best to just conclude with being blunt. Jennifer has never been treated so poorly to warrant such outcry. She lives a life that many dream, of wanting for nothing, having everything handed to her both physically and in the sense of attention with little to no contribution towards anyone of anything. Zero accountability has ever been held towards her actions, zero recourse for her wrongdoings. She expects the world to bend to her will and not treat her in the same way she treats others. I assuredly attest to all statements being made, not just from opinion but from factual observation.

I was present.

-          Her Brother,

Michael

P.S. – This is me being polite.