O Me of Little Faith
Last Thursday evening while scouring the Net for some breaking news, I stumbled upon this photo of what appears to be Presidents Obama and Sarkozy enjoying the rear view of a young woman.
I immediately began crafting my next blog post: “Presidents Obama and Sarkozy discuss an economy on the ‘rise,'” or “It’s a bull market!!!” Friday morning, I awoke to Diane Sawyer and Chris Cuomo discussing the same photo but Chris claiming to have an explanation that would set the record straight, for our president at least.
They played the actual video footage of what was happening at the time this photo was taken, and without a doubt, it made clear that Mr. Obama was not checking out said young woman’s ass (although President Sarkozy definitely was).
Most surprising to me was the sense of disappointment that ensued. I found myself wishing that Obama was in fact giving the young girl’s booty-licious bumps a once over because it would have made for a better blog post or better fodder for cocktail discussion. As I voiced my disappointment, my husband looked up from the bed sheet he was smoothing over and said, “Wow. When did you become so jaded? You sound like that gossip blogger guy.”
Shoot. My husband was comparing me to Perez Hilton. Sort of hit like a ton of bricks – I was looking for tawdry details of a story that didn’t exist so I could fill a writing quota and gossip about it with friends?
Not sure how and when I got to the point that I would rather enjoy the bad than truth, but I’ll take comfort in the fact that Michelle didn’t have to bust a cap on the Commander in Chief’s ass or that the Big O didn’t have to spend a week sleeping on the couch in the Oval Office. The more I think about it, the more refreshing it is to know that things are not always as they seem, and sometimes it’s best to give someone the benefit of the doubt. I’m dishing grace in spades from now on, so should I someday find myself in a hairy predicament…
Posted by Elizabeth