I want to hug Michelle Obama!
Everyone who’s handled Canadian coinage has rubbed their palm against the Queen’s unfaltering visage. But few of us will ever have the opportunity to make physical contact with the woman behind their pocket change.
Michelle Obama, it seems, has taken that opportunity to a new level when she engaged The Queen in a brief, but meaningful, embrace this week.
I was deeply moved. I love the Royal Family.
I believe their presence and place in Canadian society has always been an inseparable part of our culture, history and identity and will remain so for many years to come.
While politicians come and go The Queen and her family have always been constant. I believe they keep us grounded to our roots without impeding us from moving forward in the world. It’s a happy balance of tradition and progress.
When Michelle Obama hugged The Queen she instantly added a new and extremely human dimension to this huge figure. The gesture is evidence of the First Lady’s incredible warmth and sincerity.
In this photo Michelle Obama has a kind, responsive expression on her face and ease of body language that is typical in her encounters with people from every walk of life.
I don’t think it made any difference to her that she was meeting the Sovereign. She saw past the titles and into the person before her, and I think that’s why The Queen responded positively. We all long to be treated like human beings.
I think Michelle Obama will bring so much good to this world. Over and over again.
What would you do for a hug from Michelle Obama? What would you say to her? What would you tell your friends?
I want to know! I’ll mail some Twinkies to the person who writes the best response.
Jiffy Squirrel – what a jackass! How incredibly vacant minded to make such a remark about lady who has been Queen of England for the past 60 years. Nuts for brains i guess.
hey, did anyone notice that the queen really has some big melons? wow… look out!!!
I would make her earn my hug, I can give hugs easily, but am a bit guarded with people with titles.
Once I felt comfortable enough that she wasn’t using her title/role (I’d do that by taking her to Value Village for shopping), we would dance around in our new outfits at my home over some drinks.
Then we would gossip.
Then we would fly to the White House and I would dare her to paint her house pink for anti-bullying day. I’d invite my friends to help.
Then I’d make her husband sign some documents, you know, to legalize marriage and shit. And then our husbands can go and do policy talk while Michelle and I plan the re-make of Romi and Michelle’s High School Reunion (with all the proceeds from the film going to community development initiatives of our choosing).
We would end the day with a hug and a promise to do lunch in a week (I’d need the week to recover).
I would do a curtsy and say, “How do you do?” And I would pass her the butter at the dinner table (I have always dreamed about asking royalty, “Butter, your Highness?”) I would floss in the afternoon for a Michelle Obama hug. I would buy new shoes. I would participate in a charity walk. But I’m not sure I would spend the afternoon at the golf club.