She’s usually so on par. I just can’t figure out what happened. Sasha’s getting on her last nerve? (It is almost back to school time.) Whatever the impetus, Michelle Obama suffered from a severe lapse in judgment last week when she exited Air Force One en route to a Grand Canyon vacation wearing nothing but a cheek-baring mini-skirt, Axl Rose shredded mid-riff, and no underwear. The country is up in arms. As it should be.
Oh. wait.
She was wearing underwear. And the mid-driff was a button-down and cami combo. And the mini was actually a pair of conservative shorts.
Yes, the country is basically having a cow that our First Lady decided to don a pair of shorts in 100+ degree weather on her family vacay. With all the criticism pouring in, she would have been better off borrowing garments and a full-length apron from one of the Colorady City Mormon wives.
Those offended may argue that her sartorial decision was inappropriate because it was too casual and not official First Lady attire. I don’t buy it. Their true beef is that Michelle opted to show some skin.
This incident is no different than the hoopla that ensued when Mrs. Obama started wearing sleeveless dresses. For some cryptic reason, the country has a problem with the poor woman’s appendages. Should we reserve a burqa for her next public outing?
I am not going to enter into racial issue territory (although there is probably something to be said of that); this is primarily a female thing. She’s breaking boundaries, and using her femininity, sexuality, independence, and common sense (hello, Arizona heat?) to do so. Whether she realizes or not.
Or cares.
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