Sunday, July 12, 2009
Obama finds a quarter on the sidewalk*
That's right. He was most definitely not checking out any part of that sixteen-year-old Brazilian walking past.
I used to be engaged to someone who appreciated the fact that I could walk down the street and not turn my head at all when someone she herself noticed would walk by. Knowing how jealous and insecure she was sometimes, I made it second nature when walking anywhere with her — particularly in Myŏngdong, where she liked to have me take her — to lock my neck in the upright position and not turn my head at all.
Not one iota. I looked at no face, no butt, no chest, no midriff of anyone butt my beloved... er, but my beloved (and she did have a cute hiney and a nice, firm tummy... but I digress).
She might have guessed I was secretly developing mad peripheral vision skills, but ultimately, I think she appreciated the effort.
* Alternate snark-ridden title for this post: Barack considers getting a Brazilian (or, more snarkily, considers getting a Brazilian waxed)