Tina K. Russell

June 10, 2008

The Fist of It

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , , , , — Tina Russell @ 12:36 pm

I haven’t written about the fist bump yet because I think the whole issue is damned silly, and merely shows how far the pundit-verse is from the normal, human reality that we live in. But I wanted to say this:

I use the fist bump all the time, and I’m as white as they come. It’s not an attempt to look black, nor is it an attempt to mimic an affectation of a favorite rapper (I know jack-squat about rap). I think I’ve been using the fist bump for about five or so years, never consciously. It’s a genuine show of affection and solidarity. I think, in most cases, I would have used a hug or kiss had that been more convenient or acceptable. (Yeah, I’m a touchy-feely type.) When I want to affirm that I love somebody or that they said something that inspires me, I often say “that’s right!” and put up my fist in anticipation of a pleasurable reciprocation.

It’s simple human affection, and I think that’s the way most people saw it. In fact, I have to wonder if it’s simple human affection that these pundits are afraid of, or if they’re simply reaching for material.

A Brief History of the Fist Bump – TIME
For his part, Obama, who once likened himself to NBA star LeBron James, said the fist bump reflects a marriage that keeps him grounded. “It captures what I love about my wife,” he later explained to NBC’s Brian Williams. “That for all the hoopla I’m her husband and sometimes we’ll do silly things.”

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