My first thought after reading the news about Minnesota State University, Mankato football coach Todd Hoffner's felony child pornography charges was, "Dear God. Not again."
My second thought, as more information was released, was, "Well, at least everybody did it right this time," from the university's IT supervisor who reported what he saw, to members of the Mankato Department of Public Safety who took the charges extremely seriously.
My third thought, as the story continued to unfold, was, "His own kids? Tragic, but sadly not rare." Most children are endangered not by strangers, but by people they know well.
My fourth thought, after a few days of considering the range of parenting and approaches to sexuality I've witnessed over many decades on several continents, was, "Oh, wait. Did we overreact?"
My fifth thought was, "A whopping dose of clarity sure would be nice about now."
This is where I remain, nursing low-grade queasiness about the whole thing.
In the post-Sandusky era, many of us likely assumed we'd never live in the world of gray again.
But I doubt I'm the only person struggling with this story, wondering if this is, in fact, a case of child pornography or a crime of stupidity; weighing the danger of not protecting vulnerable children against the danger of telling happy children that their bodies are dirty; feeling guilty that I hope investigators find more clear-cut evidence, and guilty, mostly, that I know these intimate details of another family's life.