I'm not too proud to admit that my browser found its way to whitehouse.gov this morning to check out the Jenna wedding pictures (the verdict: lovely. and I want hair that looks like that in 90 degree humid heat).
At risk of sounding like a GOP-daughter fetishist, I've been increasingly thinking lately that the newly minted Mrs. Hager might be one of her father's few decent contributions to this country. She's been promoting her newest children's book - a joint project with her mom - recently, which means news outlets have been repeating her resume, and truly, the girl has chosen an admirable path teaching in Columbia Heights, with "leaves of absence" to work at UNICEF shelters in Panama. Especially in light of the opportunity costs - using her privilege to say, make six figures at a hedge fund (not to make too gratuitous a dig at Chelsea; if I'd spent my preteen years being called a dog on national television, I wouldn't be half the poised young woman she appears to be) - I can't help but feel a real respect for her.
Respect compounded by her utterly low-key nuptials this weekend. Sister could have totally pulled a Luci Baines, and opted instead for Shiner Bock and a single bridesmaid (her sister). You always hear about how W. ended up in the White House twice because he's the kind of candidate "folks want to have a beer with." I think I'd prefer his daughter.
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