For September, magazine behemoth Conde Nast gives the his and hers treatment they gave John & Elizabeth Edwards to the Obama couple, which was a good thing because they were also profiled in the month's Vibe and Elle, and we had been fashioning a post on how that was sort of indicative of their chances of getting anywhere in this election, and quite frankly we reeeeallly would like to be wrong about that. So guess what? Michelle Obama is so comprehensively appealing it overpowers our distaste for both Vogue and writer Rebecca Johnson, who has been known to suck. Not only are there numerous shows of all the hardworkingness, modesty, frankness and aversion to all things unattainable blah blah Vogue-ey that endeared us to Michelle in the first place, she invokes the phrase "no harm, no foul" to brushes off Maureen Dowd's pissy column — and all the other Democrats who have already resigned themselves to a Clinton candidacy despite their reservations that someone who has forsaken so much in the realm of "happiness" can really honestly defend, you know, the "pursuit of" it. (Yeah yeah who are we kidding life is pain whatevs.)
She told a newspaper a few years ago that she sometimes thinks politics is a waste of time...I wondered if she regretted the remark. "No," she answered. "I think it's what a lot of peple feel but don't articulate. That's why they don't vote.
Long sigh. We were going to write something impassioned about why we like the Obamas so much beyond their appearances in our favorite gynomags and how he gives us hope for the future of peace, love and understanding and shit, but, uh, we have to catch a plane to Israel. For one of those seven-figure megaweddings. Yup. Don't worry we won't leave without one of those terrorism scarves.