As we inch toward the inauguration, Obamamania seems to be alive and well. While in Borders recently, I saw a veritable plethora of books about The OneTM. A particularly large tome was placed strategically so that shoppers would see it immediately upon entering the store. Unfortunately, the desired effect was spoiled by its being next to Hooking Up with Tila Tequila: A Guide to Love, Fame, Happiness, Success, and Being the Life of the Party. I know, I know. This conversation isn’t helping Michelle Obama’s kids — nor was my loud guffawing. Fortunately, proper decorum was restored when I saw more books and special edition(!) magazines placed — dare I say lovingly? — in a special display near the checkout. The only things missing were candles and incense, but I’ll give the store managers the benefit of the doubt, due to the potential fire hazard. Safety first, I always say.
With all of the books, pins, plates, hats, t-shirts, coins, and even soda available to the adoring throngs, I’m beginning to feel like the Brits must have felt back in 1981, when Lady Diana was getting ready to marry Prince Charles. Will men be requesting the Obama haircut? When will the official Obama tea cozy and tea towel set be available for the happy homemaker? And give us more of those beefcake photos, please. My cubicle could use some excitement.
It’s not just Obama himself who is on the receiving end of all of this adulation — although I’m sure you’ll agree it’s well deserved. Wife Michelle has been dubbed by some the new Jackie O, ready to usher in a new era of glitz and glamour in Washington. Even as we speak, Georgetown hostesses are wondering how to lure the Obamas to their dinners and cocktail parties. And the first day of school for little Malia and Sasha became a major news event. Diane Sawyer and Robin Roberts, co-anchorettes of Good Morning America, were practically beside themselves with emotion as they described the girls’ new school and how Obama must be “choked up” about the girls’ first day. I have to wonder: will the media be on hand, flash bulbs popping, tape rolling, and microphones at the ready on that fateful day when Michelle takes the girls to the pharmacy for that first purchase of acne medication? I wouldn’t put it past them.