Is America ready..

to call Michelle Obama “First Lady”?!

Enter only if you AREN’T a Registered Voter.

When asked if she had any regrets in her life, Eleanor Roosevelt replied, “Only one…that I wasn’t prettier”.

I am a hypocrite! I have double standards! Lots of them. The double standard that is of interest to this post has to do with, as you can imagine, beauty. You know.. looks, appearances, high cheek-bones and perfectly cemetrical faces. And here it goes: I hate shallow guys but complain when I see a good looking guy with a not-so-good-looking woman. None of my business, true. But i do it anyway.

Before you try to rip me off over opinions I haven’t voiced, lemme make this clear. I do not have anything against women who aren’t beautiful (but i won’t deny I have such a standard, Bite me!). Hating on women who aren’t beautiful would mean hating on my own looks and I really don’t. Atleast I wouldn’t have anything against my look if it weren’t for all the “friendly” comments people give me on how to improve on it (comments i refuse, then get pissed at myself for refusing. Back and forth. Back and forth. Double standards again?!). Infact, there are days in which i look at myself in the mirror and baby-talk her. “Oh you are sho wondeful”, I tell her, “sho beautiful, sho kute, sho..”, etcetra. That doesn’t mean I’m happy with how I look 24/7 or don’t see a margin for improvement. But deep down, I know I don’t look so bad. With the right audience anyway 🙂 .

Still, seeing a pretty girl with an .. *clears throat*.. *cough* .. ugly looking dude and seeing a good looking guy with a homely girl doesn’t affect me the same way. I’m not saying I love seeing pretty girls with ugly looking dudes. But that’s a fact of life! No biggie! What being a woman of the 21st century teaches you! First you chose, then you are chosen, Insh Allah! What you aren’t taught and are in no way prepared for is seeing a good looking man with a woman who ain’t pretty. When that happens, I don’t simply see “two people in love” and pass by. I stop. And I wonder. I ask what he saw in her. Bed skills? Wealth? Reminds him of his mother? The concept of “internal beauty” being a concept only the guys at Radio Ethiopia hold on to (and that’s a Radio station which gives you the six o’clock news at seven a fortnight later), a girl is thrown for a loop when things don’t seem to go the way they are supposed to. (“Good looking guys” being “the thing” referred to in the last statement).

Anywho, that’s what happened the first time I saw Michelle Obama. “Gotta give him credit though”, I remember murmuring, “there isn’t a shallow bone in his body.” Maybe that’s when I started turning towards Obama, as a caterpillar does to whatever caterpillars turn. I laughed hoarsly (bitter like) when I heared my Ethiopian friends talk about how he’d fix this or that as if he was a magician. But I reserved a certain respect for the man! There was more to him than a pretty face or the promise of Change, I knew. There was substance!

Still, the truth (or my truth, my shallow hypocritical truth) remains! Michelle Obama ain’t gonne look like your typical “First Lady”. And not just because she doesn’t look like the rest of them.

So.. I wonder. Would Americans ponder over this question when they flock by millions to the voting polls this morning? Or would they prove they are better people than me and decide to draw Michelle with Obama. After all, “Charm can be deceiving, and beauty fades away..”, aydel?!.

Go Michelle!

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