The Reasonably Prudent Law Student

Michelle Obama got a ton of coverage for hula-hooping on the White House lawn, just like her hubz got a ton of coverage for revealing his inner NERD by brandishing a light saber on the White House lawn.

Does it make me a bad person that I saw this picture…

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…and immediately thought of this?

(Click banner pic for video clip at MeFeedia.)

Anyway, whatever. Michelle Obama is awesome. If Barack wanted to spend three of his (maybe) eight years in office in his little beach house in Hawaii (like Bush Jr spent exactly 3 of his 8 years in Crawford, not counting the vacation time he spent at Camp David), I’d be totally cool with Michelle stepping up and running our country.

She’s a Harvard and Princeton gal, a lawyer, a community leader, a mother, and one tough cookie. And yet, all the coverage she gets is focused on her bare arms (that’s what the forefathers were talking about when they penned the second amendment, duh) and the fact that she wore shorts to a family trip to the Grand Canyon.

Everything is terrible, especially on FoxNews.

Anyway, here’s a picture of Michelle being awesome:

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Let’s see what I came up with:

Flamenco Dot Top ………. $19.80
Zip Front Ponte Slim Leg Pants ………. $24.5o
Silk and Cashmere Cardigan Sweater in Ultra Indigo ………. $39
Studded Front Belt ………. $6.80
Madden Girl Rubu Patent Pump ………. $9.94

Yay!

We’ve got slim leg dress pants with a cute dotted top. And of course, you don’t care that it’s ridiculously short-sleeved because you’re wearing it under a sweater, and no one can tell.

Unless, of course, you’re Mama Hoomster. Mama Hoomster cares very much. Mama Hoomster thinks I’m being a complete whore when I wear sleeveless tops under cardigans. Even though no one can tell whether the top is sleeveless or full sleeved, she still thinks I am a lady of the evening if I go that route.

Of course, while I’m walking around in my sweater, she’ll tell me she loves my outfit, and she’ll call it “decent,” which is a compliment because it’s synonymous with “modest” and all that. But the second I take off my sweater (I’d only do this if it were just me and her at home; my dad and brother haven’t seen me in short-short sleeves, much less sleeveless stuff, since I was, like, 8) and she realizes the top isn’t full-sleeved or whatever, she’s fingering the fabric, wondering just how big she should stitch the A without ruining the flow of the garment.

:-|

My life, you guys.

My life and ‘meh’ times.

ANYWAY.

You’ve got the sleeveless top – or very nearly sleeveless top – that you’ll be wearing under this adorable and sure to be comfortable cardigan from Victoria’s Secret. I freaking loooooove that store. Devotees know this.

Then we’ve got the studded belt and a pair of cute patent shoes with a small, entirely practical heel, all things considered, and we’re good to go hula-hooping.