Today is supposed to honor past presidents’s and George’s birthday but that comes with a side effect of banks being closed and in reality it means nothing to most of us. So I am going to take the opportunity to share why it means a little something to me, but if first lady’s aren’t your thing, go ahead and check out this awesome article about the guys in charge, The 5 Most Badass Presidents of All-Time, with a special shout out to number four.
It started in high school with my love of big sunglasses and pearls and has grown into a respect and admiration of strength. Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis has been my embodiment of class, strength, grace and poise since I first used Wikipedia to find out as much as I could about her.
I have a Warhol of her hanging above my bed, a box set of DVD interviews and one day I hope to own my own set of precious pearls to wear proudly.
But Jackie means more to me than some woman who slept next to John, because lets face it, there was more than one. She was the Princess Diana of America and is the closet we have ever come to royalty and when people do not understand why, the assassination and events after are the best example.
I have watched the video as she sits next to her husband while a bullet goes through his head and she has to crawl to safety on a moving vehicle. The action film-esque factor is incredible but its the strength in that moment and her following months that make me most inspired by her.
“Her hair [was] falling in her face but [she was] very composed … I looked at her. Mrs. Kennedy’s dress was stained with blood. One leg was almost entirely covered with it and her right glove was caked, it was caked with blood – her husband’s blood. Somehow that was one of the most poignant sights – that immaculate woman, exquisitely dressed, and caked in blood.” – Lady Bird Johnson
I have started watching Mad Men and while showing the famous White House tour and an ad campaign for bras featuring a night and day comparison using Jackie and Marilyn, I think about how today we have no one like her and we never will.
When visiting her grave at Arlington National Cemetery, during our vacation to D.C. last summer, I smiled sadly knowing that was the closest I would ever get to America’s Queen.