I occasionally enjoy going to the doctor, because it affords me the opportunity to read People Magazine. Although the recent issue did make me want to wash afterwards.
Here’s the cover image. That’s McCain’s entire brood. Two of his children were the biological children of his first wife; he adopted them. One is their biological daughter. He has four kids with his current wife. Three biological children and one daughter adopted from Bangladesh. That’s her sitting at Cindy McCain’s right in the lowest position.
I couldn’t find a web copy of the inside photograph, which is a spread. McCain and his blonde daughter Meghan stand behind a sofa; to his left (with considerable distance between) stands his daughter from his first marriage.
Cindy McCain sits on the sofa with the four sons. Her sons flank her; the first wife’s sons sit on the outer edges. In the caption, she is listed as “wife Cindy”–that’s to make sure you don’t confuse any of the other kids for McCain’s wife. I think his oldest son is only five years younger than Cindy.
The set-up struck me as a little weird–McCain is in a row with his daughters (except the adopted one) and Cindy is in a row with the sons.
Where is the adopted daughter? Why, she’s SITTING ON THE FLOOR AT CINDY MCCAIN’S FEET.
Fucking hell. There’s plenty of space for her to stand in the back row with her sisters. The oldest daughter is standing with a large gap between her and McCain. You could stick two people in there and they wouldn’t even brush shoulders. You could also seat Bridget on the couch. I don’t think anybody is even touching.
And that’s one of the things that I found so disturbing about the photographs. My family isn’t particularly touchy-feely, but in family photographs we’re usually standing pretty close together. Somebody will lay a hand on another family member’s arm; there will be arms tucked around each other and bumping knees and thighs and all that. (Boy, sounds kind of unsanitary when you write it down.)
But I think the thing that really got me was seeing 17-year-old Bridget sitting on the floor at her mother’s feet. I think we’ve covered People’s love of white folks before. But it’s still like a slap in the face.