Jan 20 2009
On being human
Everyone’s posting about the same thing today, and what am I if not a joiner? I am joining, my friends. I am joining the cadre of young folks who are feeling un-ironic joy and excitement. I’ve sifted through “hope” and what that means, I’ve thought about its import as an advertising slogan. I know that we were all supposed to feel “hope” because “hope” impedes real analysis. I know that Obama isn’t really like you and me, that he’s a silver-spooned Ivy-league brat with a skinny neck and the wide vocabulary and big dreams borne of privilege, but fuck all of that now. Rather than buy any of the commemorative memorabilia (tote bags, photo books, etc), I think I will print out all the invitations to inauguration dance parties in my inbox. There are at least three. I will put them in an archival folder and remember that Obama brought the dance revolution. He’s like Kevin Bacon’s character in Footloose.
