President Obama came into his own finally at his congressional address. The only take-away worth mentioning? The bare arms of Michelle Obama, sleeveless at a formal occasion that wasn't black tie or cocktail. How novel. Especially in winter. The cultural importance of this has only escalated since. Slice it, dice it, deconstruct it. She is showing her power, bearing arms in a subliminal physical way. She is not, now, barely there. Not anymore. She is now bare-y big there. Mom-of-the-Moment.
If this is her winter way as she springs into position, what will happen as she warms to her position, flexes those (maternalistic as she sees her role) muscles, brandishing her arms to command our attention, sword-like in armament language, point us to her priorities. She, comfortable in her skin, seems to need no cover for her agenda. How nakedly refreshing? For a certain age?