Evolution Of The First Mom

It’s probably less of a racial thing than a generational thing, this moaning resentment of First Lady Michelle Obama’s media blitz promoting child obesity prevention. Obama, whose approval rating dwarfs that of the president, has taken full advantage of her immense, Oprah-esque popularity, presumably while it lasts. Once compared to President John F. Kennedy’s elegant and mannered wife Jacqueline, Michelle Obama—certainly in the running for America’s most attractive first lady ever—has proven capable of more than just regality. She is much more than the trophy wife and seems unafraid and possibly unconcerned about America’s traditional expectation of the Nancy Reagan good little woman behind the man. If anything, she humanizes the president who, in bizarre contention with his warmth and playfulness, can come across as aloof and, well, disconnected as academic eggheads tend to.

Michelle Obama seems to be a serious person doing serious things while not taking herself so seriously that she can’t play tug-of-war and dance with Jimmy Fallon or present at the Oscars or pet the dog or just be a mom. America has a history of treating First Ladies as if they were Queen Elizabeth: regal centerpieces and room décor for the president. The notable exceptions, Hillary Clinton, Barbara Bush (a straight-talking, no-nonsense mom good for all time zones), Rosalyn Carter, have always seemed the somehow less-than-presidential-wife, with scrutiny and criticism attending. We have no way of knowing how kind history will be to Michelle Obama, but, even in allegedly private moments—like the fifteen or so minutes before the first family realized they were on camera in the inaugural parade review stand—Obama comes across as no different than any other middle-aged mom we’ve ever encountered.   CONTINUED

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