Monday, January 12, 2015

Being Amal Clooney

Last night I was watching the Golden Globes, which is one of my favorite awards shows.  One of the biggest stories of the evening was the arrival of George Clooney and his new wife Amal.  I was mesmerized by her as she walked the red carpet amidst the chaos and tolerated an onslaught of interviews from overly excited reporters, including one of them who invited her to do a shot of George's exclusive brand of tequila.

The entire time I kept thinking to myself that she looked like a little bird.

Today the Internet was filled with negative articles about her attitude at the event, along with multiple photos catching her in a moment of boredom or perceived disdain.  One of the headlines read something like "Amal Clooney is so over her husband's boring work party." And I think that is probably a fair assessment.

I equate it to marring someone who used to be in a fraternity in college. You have to tolerate the annual fraternity tailgate party with his drinking buddies and their wives. And then you get to go back to your real life.

Amal Clooney looked like a woman who could not wait to get back to her real life.  And who could blame her. This woman is not an actress or a model. She is a strong, intelligent woman with a serious job. And she just so happened to fall in love with one of the most famous actors on the planet. It wasn't their love of movies or television that brought them together.  It was their compassion and belief in a shared cause.

What I found fascinating was the power that came from her silence. Everyone on the red carpet, including George himself, went out of their way to cater to her and ask her questions to which she demurely replied or, in some cases, simply nodded her head.

If I were in a similar situation, I am pretty sure I would feel a sense of obligation to be personable, or try to say something funny.  This woman said nothing and she owned the room.

I think the Internet opinion blogs are being too hard on Amal.  She put on an appropriate black dress, took her husband's arm and mingled with his friends and colleagues at the Golden Globes.  She wasn't there to impress anyone.  And I found that to be pretty impressive.

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