Moms – they
refill your debit card comfort you in times of need, feed you in times of hunger, and roast you when it’s time to stay humble. This goes for teachers, coal miners, billionaires, and apparently even first ladies. We all remember Michelle Obama’s iconic Grammys appearance this week, but one person who was less than impressed was Michelle’s own mother, Marian Robinson. Like the true GOAT, Michelle shared a screenshot of her and Mrs. Robinson’s post-Grammys text exchange, and her mom definitely seemed less than impressed.
Damn. The savagery. First of all, if Michelle Obama isn’t a “real star” then who the f*ck is? Second of all, I’m legitimately impressed at Michelle and anyone over the age of fifty for knowing how to post a screenshot, and I’m doubly impressed at Michelle’s mom for knowing how to text at all. These people really are exceptional. (For context I once sent my dad a screenshot of my flight information and he thought it was a website and got pissed off when the links didn’t work.)
Michelle has talked a lot about her mother in her memoir Becoming (aka the #1 Christmas gifts for moms this year), who initially passed on living at the White House, but eventually agreed “for the sake of her granddaughters.” Yep, that’s right, Marian Robinson couldn’t be bothered to move to the White House unless her duties as grandmother were called upon. Once she moved into the 1600 Pennsylvania ave, Mrs. Robinson “insisted on doing her own chores” and “declined invitations to swanky parties.” Umm…has Marian Robinson been the low-key best member of the Obama fam this whole time?
In the end, this text exchange has the perfect mom energy, with a thin layer of roasting covering a deep well of obvious pride. And as an added bonus, now we know how Michelle stays humble even while wearing $4,000 Balenciaga boots.
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