I swear to God, the people at Huffington Post, both writers and commentators, are driving me a bit crazy. Sometimes, I click on links that I know are going to be too dumb for words…yet, I click in the hope that maybe it won’t be as dumb as I’m predicting. I’m always disappointed. Then, I think maybe at least 50% of the comments will be down to earth. Again, I am disappointed. I saw a link a few days ago to a story about the First Lady’s propensity for hugging. I did not click the link, because, really…who cares? It’s her job to get in touch with the public, and hugging is part of that whole get-up.
Today, I saw the same article featured, and I’m thinking, “Really? Again?” So, of course, curious about what exactly must be so compelling about this topic, I clicked the link, and read through stuff about how “this is so great that we are seeing a First Lady who is in touch with the people” (as an aside, did you get that pun?) and another about “Wow, isn’t it amazing that President Obama pulls the chair out for his wife before dinner” and a caption on one picture with the President and First Lady hugging during the campaign saying, “Even Oprah is impressed.” Oh my God. For real? Seriously? We’ve never seen a First Lady hug anyone before? Never seen the President hug his wife? Ever?! Fine. I am going to have to prove to the World Wide Internets that all First Ladies hug. All of them. Except that I’m not going to have the patience to go beyond Nancy Reagan, so you’re just going to have to either a) take my word for it, or b) dig up pictures of Martha Washington hugging a school-child all by your lonesome. (They did have school-children back then, right?)
Right. Let’s begin. We’ll start with The First Ladies Hug the Public:
Nancy Reagan hugging Yolanda, a former crack user, as her mother, Louise, watched yesterday at Phoenix Academy in Shrub Oak, N.Y. With them was Kevin, also a former drug addict. Escorting Mrs. Reagan, at right, was Dr. Mitchell S. Rosenthal, president of Phoenix House. Mrs. Reagan spoke to six former addicts from New York City and five of their parents at the academy, a residential school and treatment center. Page B13. (NYT/Joyce Dopkeen)
[Sorry, no picture 😦 ]
When a group of rural people visited the White House to present a quilt to the First Lady, many were overcome with nervousness; upon hearing their weeping, Pat hugged each individual tightly, and the tension dissipated.
[Taken from Wikipedia. Sorry, no pictures 😦 ]
Now, we’re ready for First Couples Hugging the Decades Away.
While nothing beats the uniqueness of this:
allow me to continue all the same:
Apparently the Nixons and Carters did not hug. 😦 Or they came before Public Displays of Affection became de rigeur for anyone in, or aspiring to, public office. Unfortunate, lifeless, insincere and unlovable souls!
Have I entertained you all sufficiently? Can Huffington Post now end the season know forever to me as In Love with the First Hug? What are they trying to prove, exactly? That America can breathe a big sigh of relief, because the First African American Couple are human after all? That we can finally let go of the image in our head of minorities as weirdos without normal emotions, instincts, and social cues? What the heck is the point? I feel certain there must be a point to all the harping on the Hug Factor, because this is getting just a tad bit ridiculous.