“There’s a universal language – clothing – and it’s time to deconstruct what people have been mutely declaring on the world stage. These are leçons des choses, lessons from things.
Michelle Obama’s dress on Election Night was stunning, a black satin Narciso Rodriguez dress blasted with two patches of crimson spatters, with black bands criss-crossing her torso to emphasize her tiny waist.
Ugh, said a woman named Elaine commenting on NYMag.com’s fashion blog. “I thought the dress drew the eye to her breasts and stomach.”
It did, Elaine. That’s what made it alluring. Women have breasts; both they and men are pleased that it should be so. Bellies are where babies come from. There’s the result: Sasha and Malia.
Here finally was a Democratic woman on a political stage not concealing her sexuality but happy to celebrate it. She has been rightly praised for her fashion sense – and true, there are very few clothes that don’t flatter a tall, athletic woman like Michelle – but what’s startling is that her clothes reflect her self-confidence in her femininity. She is a high-earning, Harvard-trained lawyer and she doesn’t have to tone herself down for anyone.”
“Palin has a toned-down version of the porn actress look favoured by this decade’s woman, the overtreated hair, puffy lips and permanently alarmed expression. Bristol has what is known in Britain as the look of the teen mum, the “pramface.” Husband Todd looks like a roughneck; Track, heading off to Iraq, appears terrified. They claim to be family obsessed while being studiously terrible at parenting. What normal father would want Levi “I’m a fuckin’ redneck” Johnson prodding his daughter?”