Gentle Readers,

Dr. J. stumbled on this post at Naked D.C. by editor-in-chief Emily Zanotti. In it, she puts forth her take on President Obama’s presentation of his social life in his biographies and the recent Vanity Fair article by college girlfriend and piece-o-composite Genevieve Cook.

And Barack Obama was totally that dude. 

Today, Vanity Fair released an excerpt from a new biography of Barack Obama by David Maraniss. The excerpt discusses Barack Obama’s first love affair, with a white Australian woman named Genevieve Cook. It’s a telling examination of who Obama was as a young man — and it shows a self-absorbed “internationalist” with delusions of grandeur. 

Pshaw. Everyone in college is a self-absorbed internationalist with delusions of grandeur. That’s what college is for. To give you the self-esteem you’ll spend the rest of your life losing. But Barack Obama was truly a piece of work. Not only did he wear Brut cologne and spend his Sundays sitting around his apartment doing the New York Times crossword in a sarong (a sarong, people, like the one your neighbors wear when they’re getting drunk on cheap whiskey on their “verandah”) and say “thank you” when his girlfriends said “I love you”, but he wrote poetry to his college girlfriend (who may or may not have existed as more than a “composite” of all the women he’d ever met and Jane Seymour) that reeked of a rudimentary liberal arts education.

This is totally hilarious, and you must go read the rest. It gave Dr. J. quite a chuckle.

Dr. J. knew kids in college a lot like young Barack. Most of them were white, all of them were foreign, and many of them had mailing addresses on the Upper East Side. They were all pretentious chumps. Dr. J. didn’t spend much time hanging out with them, preferring to associate himself with folks from big square or parallelogram shaped states.

What Dr. J. finds shocking is that Mrs. Obama found him charming enough to marry him. Dr. J. knew a number of students in college similar to her, as well. Trust Dr. J. when he says that they didn’t socialize with the likes of the biographical version of young Barack, so he must have changed quite a bit before they met at Sidley Austin in Chicago.

Dr. J.