Cindy Brady was the ingenue. She was the naive innocent. In a family filled with complete innocents, she was the most pure. She had not been corrupted by the evils of the secular flesh.
An empty vessel, Cindy Brady demonstrated that we need to look at life through a wide-open, widely-questioning lens. Though she had her faults ("Nobody likes a snitch!"), she nevertheless only aimed to spread goodness and wholesomeness ("I just tell it like it is!").
At a time when even Marcia is bitchslapped with karmic punishment in the form of a football to the face, Cindy looked at the flaws of her family and realized that, while this banana had ripened, the Bunch was still intact. Because she had intuition. She knew that she was right.
In a way, Cindy Brady is the Jesus Christ of the Bradys. She fixes their problems and they never notice her. But they knew one thing. It was much more than a hunch. They knew that this group must somehow formed a family.
And this, my friend, is how they all became
The Brady Bunch.
Updated On: 10/21/07 at 01:27 PM