She describes herself as "the lucky mother of 2 amazing babies".
This picture is pretty important considering the fact that both her and her husband ( who was also involved in the trafficking btw, he was arrested as well ) have kids and are in the business of... enslaving kids. You'd think the type of people who would be trafficking teenagers would be some weirdo ass reject from society with no family or whatever because they wouldn't understand what it's like to have kids, but no. The same people hunting your children down have children of their own. This woman knows what it's like to give birth, to stare down at someone you created and fall in love, to raise a family. I don't, yet she makes her living driving kids to hotels so they can get humped by some scumbag and I make mine working at a bookstore.
Which, this post isn't even about this chick or human trafficking. This is about the blur. If you go on her Facebook page, you would've never guessed she was involved in this. Most of the pictures she takes are with her husband and children, smiling and hugging them. She almost always wears a crucifix necklace, she dresses modestly, she even participated in that little Paris attacks slacktivism thing where it changes one of your pictures into the colors of the France national flag. She had "stay at home Mom" as her job description. Her husband posted pictures of the very nice house they had, pictures of parties with expensive drinks and what looks to be friends of their family, photos of his sports cars and SUVs. Behind this smokescreen of love and success, these two were nothing more than lowlife shitheads who are lucky to still be alive.
It just makes you wonder what else is a blur. How many more crazy sons of bitches are out there? You can't click on someone's Facebook album and see the real picture, pun intended. And it's not just Facebook. The illusions are all around us. Our co-workers, our friends, our family members, the person you sleep next to every night. They all have their dark twisted secrets. The things that would make you never speak to them again if they let you in on it. We live in a world sustained by lies and fantasy. We've nearly perfected the art of living two lives, showing people doctored versions of ourselves in person and online and take off our disguises behind closed doors where no one can witness how monstrous and pathetic we really are.
But perhaps there's light at the end of this tunnel. Maybe we portray ourselves as perfect not just in an attempt to hide something, but because deep down, we acknowledge we're fucked up and desire to become the enlightened, successful, courageous, and powerful people we claim to be. In the midst of how soul crushing this world is and how most of us do next to nothing to make it any better, this could be one of the several ways we maintain our sanity, giving us just one more reason to live to see tomorrow instead of leaping off a bridge or hanging ourselves. Hopefully one day, we'll get to a point where we have the strength to defeat the part of us that we know doesn't belong so the next time we tweet about how "amazing" our lives are, it'll be the reality of the situation and not just in our imaginations.
Just a thought.
P.S. With that being said, I have a confession: I'm not actually a frog. Sorry for the lies I've told you all these years.
