I cut all kinds of slack to people who have to be photographed in public all the time. Imagine if every which way you looked all day long might be frozen fall time and thrown up onto the interweb? I don't psychoanalyze Melania or Michelle for what they do or don't do with their faces moment by moment. I can't imagine being under that much pressure.
But there's one less-important-than-all-the-other-things thing about President Turnip I will never get used to, and it's his inability to smile naturally:
This is about as close as he gets to a smile, and... really. What is that face? He looks like a proud five-year-old.
Whereas Barack Obama...
That man knows how to smile and make it look natural, whether it is or not. Sometimes it's bigger, sometimes it's smaller, sometimes no teeth show, but it always looks like a smile. A human thing.
One more thing to miss these days.
Monday, March 20, 2017
Missing a Smile
Posted at 7:57 PM
Categories: Joy of Juxtaposition
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