If you’re over thirty, you remember the shampoo commercials that had the tag line “Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.” If you’ve forgotten, let me refresh your memory:
That slogan started repeating itself in my head with the attacks on Sarah Palin. I won’t repeat here (or link to) the startling savagery of the hatred heaped upon her, but I’ll remind you that it included denying that she was a woman at all, asserting that she was manifestly stupid, and calling her a traitor to her sex.
The same slogan has now moved to the forefront of my brain with the savage attacks on Carrie Prejean. Believe me, if a less attractive woman had said precisely the same thing that brought Prejean such notoriety, the Left would have sneered and moved on. It’s the fact that a beautiful woman had the temerity politely to state that she believes marriage should be between a man and a woman that drives the Left into a frenzy of abuse.
The flip side of this deep hatred the Left has for beautiful women with whom it disagrees is it’s fanatic desire to convince Americans (nay, the world) that its female political icons are beautiful. Bloggers are starting to take notice of the fact that those on the Left, not satisfied with saturating the media with pictures of Mrs. Obama, are now trying to elevate her to the pantheon of Goddesses, a woman not merely beautiful, but one whose beauty makes her an amalgam of Mother Earth and Venus. The latest to advance this notion is the always reliably silly Sally Quinn, who waxes lyrical about Michelle’s arms:
Michelle Obama’s arms, we determined, were transformational. Her arms are representative of a new kind of woman: young, strong, vigorous, intelligent, accomplished, sexual, powerful, embracing and, most of all, loving.
Today is Mother’s Day. Today we should celebrate Michelle Obama’s arms as the arms of a mother.
This is a woman who has the courage to say “I am mom in chief” and make her children and her family — unapologetically — her No. 1 priority. She is able to do this because she is so intelligent and accomplished that she doesn’t have to prove anything to anyone. She is healthy enough to be able to say, this is who I am, these are my values and my priorities.
Reading stuff like that (and it goes on and on and on, far beyond what I just quoted), I’m beginning to think there is some virtue to the Roman idea of a vomitorium. I could use one right now.
Just so we’re clear here: The Left verbally brutalized a truly beautiful woman who had reached one of the highest echelons of American politics by denying her any claim even to being female. Now, it engages in hagiography by taking an ordinary woman who abandoned her career to support her husband and celebrating her old-fashioned role as mom. As you know, I have no problem with the old-fashioned role of Mom, but the Left certainly has had that problem — except when it came to Mrs. Clinton and Mrs. Obama.
As for me, when I see Michelle Obama, I think two things: nice enough and, when her face is in repose, angry. It’s the latter that makes her the perfect poster child for the Left, but they can’t admit that. It would be impossible for them to elevate her to their pantheon as some sort of vengeful warrior goddess. Instead, she must be objectified as the personification of all female virtues. They don’t have to worry that you’ll hate Michelle because she’s beautiful — she isn’t. But they’re going to force you to love her because she’s a Leftist female without hair in her pits.
(By the way, check out Ann Coulter talking about attacks on Prejean.)