"Ah, Sugar Sugar..."
The new young kid* writing a humor blog for WaPo (no, not Ezra's funnny-charts-and-numbers Journolist schtick) watched tv last night, consuming the hype so we don't have to...
If there was a single point in Michelle Obama’s speech that anyone would be willing to disagree with, I’ll eat one of those ubiquitous convention cowboy hats. That is the whole point of First Lady speeches.
She began by talking about the sacrifice of military families, hardly a controversial topic, before segueing into her inspiring family story, life with Barack, and her hopes for her daughters.
You couldn’t find anything to critique, If you sat down intending to shout angrily at the television the best you could do was point out timidly that you stood at the altar “with whom you love,” not “with who you love.” And that seemed petty.
It offered, at times, an unsubtle contrast with Romney, stressing that “data” and “numbers” were no way to solve things that came across the President’s desk. No, Michelle said, at times like that, it mattered that Barack Obama was Like You and understood your story — Really Understood, not just in the theoretical way that you understand the American story if your governess read you numerous Horatio Alger novels. It was brutal.
It was a delicious speech. I ate it up.
Its contents were nil, but, as the Internet murmured in unison, what more does one expect from a first lady’s speech?
Substance?
No. Of course not.
For someone famously associated with broccoli, this speech was heavy on the spun sugar and light on the iron. But it was sweet indeed.
By | 03:32 AM ET, 09/05/2012
*Fresh outta Hahvahd, she's a Wisconsin gal educated in DC because Dad's a Fond du Lac Dem. Republican Rep. (thanks for spoiling the alliteration rhythm, dad.)
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