Obama first presidential nominee to give daps.

Nevermind this whole 'first black man' thing. I think Barack is the first serious presidential nominee to give someone daps on live TV. The senator shared a fist-pound with his prospective First Lady just before stepping to the podium and delivering his victory speech following the close of the primary season. Giving daps is nothing new, but I don't see Bill and Hillary sharing a secret handshake on stage. Does anyone else think this is a bit like Kennedy refusing to wear a top hat to his inauguration?

I'm speaking more to the generational shift, than the effect on popular culture...I think. But it would be interesting if Obama were to have the same sort of impact the Kennedys did at their height.

--A Correction--

I have been informed rather forcefully that Kennedy actually wore a top hat to his inauguration. Fair enough.

*Ahem.*

Does anyone else think this is a bit like James Bond not giving a damn how his martini is made?

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