I am Jack Pearson from This Is Us. Well, not really, nor am I Milo Ventimiglia, the man who plays Jack. However, I am Jack Pearson the character.
I watch very little TV, but when I do it is as a means to connect with someone in my life. My girl likes the show and we watch it together. It’s a weekly tradition that we enjoy.
I won’t get into the full commentary on the show, it definitely has its shortcomings and it is filled with unnecessary emotional drama and a full SJW agenda, but I find it impossible not to relate to Jack Pearson.
In the show, Jack is a father and husband. He has committed his life to raising his family and doing it well. He is honest, loving, and works his ass off in a cubicle job he hates so his family can benefit.
I am Jack Pearson, or I was anyway. Many of us are Jack Pearson.
Jack is probably an ISFJ. He constantly tries to recreate past events with loved ones. In one episode he takes his wife back to their first apartment for a romantic dinner so they can “recreate” the feelings attached to that event. It was his way of trying to rekindle their relationship.
Jack also sees himself as a provider to others, as their caretaker. Whenever someone has a problem Jack is right there trying to fix it for them or talk them through it. He feels personally responsible for making sure others are doing well.
Jack wanted to be a family all along. He convinced his reluctant wife Rebecca, played by Mandy Moore, to have children despite her reservations and they ended up with triplets. A source of resentment apparent in her character throughout the show.
Everyone loves Jack, but he puts everyone else before himself. He is romantic and attentive, but takes no time for his own pursuits. As a recovering alcoholic is like a ticking time bomb. He can only bottle things up for so long before they burst.
The show flips back and forth often from present day, where Jack had been deceased for many years, to a time 20-30 years earlier when Jack was a dedicated family man.
In the recent episodes, however, the story is pulling closer and closer to explaining how Jack died. All that is known at this point is that Jack dies at some point when his kids look to be teenagers.
In the latest episode Jack has his red pill moment, only he may not survive to swallow it and see the truth.
Jack’s wife is a lounge singer a few nights a week. It’s something Jack doesn’t like but feels powerless to object to in the spirit of not wanting to “hold her back”. It’s a common feeling many modern men feel I am certain. We see things unfolding that aren’t right, but cultural forces leave us powerless.
Rebecca’s band member seems to look at her with desire. Jack is aware of this and doesn’t like that they are about to embark on a month long tour together, but again, he is trying to be the supportive husband and shoulder all of the responsibility so Rebecca can “chase her dreams”.
Then Jack gets slammed with the truth. In a casual convo he finds out that his wife Rebecca used to date this “guy not to worry about” band member, and she had failed to tell him this. He confronts her about this lie and she gaslights him with the “it isn’t important, didn’t mean anything anyway lie”.
Jack storms off to have dinner, on Valentine’s Day, at the place he was supposed to go with his wife. Again, they go to the same place each year to recreate the tradition. Only this time he orders a drink and is seen slamming it down as the episode fades. I can only suspect this is the tragic end of Jack Pearson, who will probably die tragically on his way home leaving his wife guilt ridden.
But the real tragedy here is that I am, or could have been, Jack Pearson. I was in the same situation as Jack not so many years ago. Jack was fighting a culture to keep his family solid and stable, only to find that the culture was winning. His wife had put the ideals of modernism ahead of the tradition of family. Jack was too nice to stop it early on.
Then he found out that none of his sacrifices were appreciated. Even more so, he found out that his accommodations were met with deceit. His wife had lied to him; she had selfishly taken advantage of the man she would proclaim to others was “the perfect husband”. The man who sold his sports car for a station wagon and helped her pursue her dreams.
Jack Pearson learned the reality of the red pill straight away in a single night. It all boiled over. He was a “nice guy” who had hit the breaking point. Only he didn’t live to tell the tale.
There’s irony in the fact that Jack Pearson only left a legacy because he died young and tragically.