Listen. I'm no social critic. I can't explain the complicated ways in which we, as Americans, project all of our hopes, dreams and ugly insecurities on the guy we elect to run this joint. I am, however, qualified to get very annoyed at how obsessed I am with every little thing that President Barack Obama does when he's in our city.
This annoyance began with this morning's first pool report -- a play-by-play from the select group of reporters allowed to tag along on Obama's trip to Seattle. Here's the pool on his lunch selection:
The President spent several minutes browsing the menu. After asking for employees' names, he said of an unspecified baked good, "This looks pretty decadent." He asked about the Skagit salad, which had berries, before settling on a half-sandwich, a small salad and a bottle of water.
Now, I'm not here to fault the reporter -- in this case, the Tacoma News-Tribune'sJordan Schrader -- for reporting on something as seemingly insignificant as what Obama thinks of our pastries. That's part of his job. I'm faulting myself for giving a crap. (LOOGIT! He likes salad, just like me!)
This non-news -- essentially, Obama making small talk with a cashier -- actually kind of tickled me a little bit. It was a fun tidbit I could imagine dropping to my girlfriend during dinner, in an effort to prove to her that I actually do work all day. And clearly I'm NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO THOUGHT SO.
But this part of me -- and you, I suspect? -- that is so desperate for the approval of the country's biggest daddy figure...I want it removed. It's needy. It's Freudian. And I just want it to go away.