Miranda Devine writes for the New York Post about a former first lady who refuses to step out of the media spotlight.
It’s no coincidence that multimillionaire Michelle Obama is on a self-pity jag as she promotes her latest expensive coffee table memoir as her husband’s Democratic Party succumbs to its socialist fringe.
You see it everywhere. Democratic Marie Antoinettes moaning about their plight and the ingratitude of the serfs as the revolution devours their dominion.
For the former first lady, a week of softball interviews for her new $50 tome, “The Look,” has been dominated by bizarre complaints about her time in the White House with President Barack Obama.
She is rewriting history to claim bitterly that, as the first black first couple, “we didn’t get the grace that I think some other families have gotten.”
Whom does she think she’s kidding? Martians?
Melania Trump would like a word. There was no grace in the daily savaging that President Trump’s wife was subjected to in her first term in the White House. There were invasive questions about her marriage designed to damage it, dirty gossip packaged as news, xenophobic attacks on her accent and Slovenian origins. Even her Christmas decorations were slammed as ugly and cold.
Despite being a successful international model who always dressed impeccably, and without complaint, she was never asked to grace the cover of Vogue, while far frumpier first ladies who dressed like sofas were lavishly showcased in the fashion mag two or three times each. No wonder she has retreated into herself in her husband’s second term.
By contrast, it’s hard to remember another presidential couple so swooned over by the media as the Obamas, even by the standards of Democrat privilege. They were treated like Camelot Redux.
But Michelle Obama, with all her millions, is at such pains to portray herself as a victim that she inadvertently provides us with comedy gold while begging more questions than she explains.
