I don't think I've ever fangirl'd as hard as I have over Buffy. I've never become so attached to a show and simultaneously judged it the worst thing I had ever witnessed. Coming in at a close second (fangirl wise), is Michelle Obama.
Five years ago, if I had asked you who is the most powerful black woman in the world, what would have been your response? Oprah. Obviously. Today, I stand before you and admit that when it was announced that it would be Oprah interviewing Lance Armstrong re: all the drugs, I thought to myself, oh yeah, Oprah.
I forgot about Oprah.
But give me a break. There's a new girl in town. Michelle Obama has taken on her role as first lady like no other. She is so poised. She is so strong. She as every ounce of faith in her blessed, blessed Husband. And what is almost the most amazing (though not surprising) is that her kids (blessed, blessed kids) really seem to like her. Because obviously they love her, but liking your mom when you're 11 or 12 or 15, is sometimes kind of hard.
Because it's like this. I adore Michelle Obama. I think she's kind of the Princess Diana of my generation. She is so strong, she holds herself in the public eye so well, and . . . oh I already did this part. And while I'm no Michelle O, she inspires me to be better, and to be more. And amid these heartfelt and thorough aspirations, it's the little things like this that make me think, maybe that's not so far off.
And so I say, "Welcome, Michelle, to the world of bangs. It's a pleasure to have you here. Do you need a friend? Allow me to show you around."