So I was reading all the crap I read on my Google Reader and I stumbled across this article. Basically, some Americans think Barack Obama is too skinny to become the next prez. Hello! Not since the days of Abraham Lincoln's beard has a candidate caused this much indecision in the country. What's next? Being pissed that Obama likes strawberry toaster strudel and not the blueberry kind? I don't know about you, but I didn't think physical appearance and weight was an issue for me. But then I started thinking. I mean, I want to talk about Hillary's pantsuits and that McCain is pretty much a brontosaurus. But does this matter when it comes down to it? If I found out McCain shopped at H&M, that might sway me. Maybe unconsciously, this stuff really does matter. You want to think it doesn't, but then it slowly creeps in.
This all started when Obama didn't eat ice cream at some diner while his kids and wife hoovered some. Listen, so what? Maybe he didn't want any. The best part of the article, which definitely thoroughly analyzes food faux pas, is the section about Gerald Ford biting into a tamale that still had the corn husk on. He was probably trying to look all country boy while he was on a visit to Texas. Lame. The point is, he lost that election to Jimmy Carter for his tamale ignorance. Do I agree with that? Kinda. But mainly because it's a tamale and Ford was a dumbass. So. Basically, I'm torn. Now I can't decide if I really do care about this stuff, or if it really wouldn't make a difference to me in the long run. Bottom line: I like to look into what the candidates are standing for and saying and thinking, but I guess the day a dude in TOMS and a New York Mets 1983 shirt from Thrift Land (real place) who can grow substantial facial hair and likes soul records and turkey burgers and dark chocolate comes along, well, I know who my next prez will be. (Or a lady who openly admits she shops at Forever 21 - it could happen, people.)
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