The Bare Facts

Perusing the news headlines today, I came across a story about the US's First Lady, Michelle Obama, and the scandal that is her bare arms.

Apparently, there's a small uproar south of the border over the fact that Mrs. President enjoys wearing sleeveless outfits to public events.

Holy jeez, people. Get a life! It's the year 2009, not 1909, for Pete's sake. Bare arms mean nothing more in this day and age than that the woman exposing them is proud of her physique - and well she should be. Nice definition in a woman's arms is not easy to come by for a woman over the age of 40. She has to be working very hard to maintain that level of fitness, so why shouldn't she be proud of what she has and flaunt it?

The woman is beautiful in whatever she wears. She has never displayed anything other than class, poise and confidence in any pubic venue. It isn't like she's showing up at these events wearing a Hooters uniform.

I am quite glad, however, to notice that the nay-sayers are the considerably minority. I'm fairly certain that these critics are somewhat older than Mrs. Obama, and probably lean so far to the right that they've fallen over and can't get up. I'm also glad that there are a large number of very vocal supporters out there to drown out the poo-pooers.

Then again, I'm Canadian, and we tend to swing from an entirely different set of branches than our esteemed neighbours to the south. Something like this wouldn't even raise an eyebrow up here, as long as it didn't interrupt a hockey game. After all, we are the country that begot Jean Chretien ... the Prime Minister who bludgeoned a would-be burglar with a soapstone carving. Strength and Confidence are our middle names! :)