So, the trenchant political commentary of one Ms. Meghan McCain finally hit the young-people-who-like-politics jackpot last night with an appearance on the Rachel Maddow show. What possessed Ms. Maddow’s producers to do this, you might ask? The cynics are saying McCain’s auditioning for her very own internet TV show. At any rate, she has recently made some noise in the blogosphere, so it was not entirely out of the blue that she was invited. She was on a mission, after all. Meghan, you see, appears to believe herself to be the Person Who Shall Save The Party From Ann Coulter.
(Ah, youth. I remember when I thought I could save things, a belief that always seemed to be true in all them novels I was reading about how Love Will Change Him and The Jury Will Never Convict A Wrongly Accused Man.)
Right. So the less said about that the better, I guess. Meghan is neither the first person to embarass herself on television, nor shall she be the last. We were all 24 and opinionated once! Many of us continue to own “serious hair” flatirons out of sheer professional necessity!
But, being a feminist sure is a bitch (ha! I reclaim the term!) sometimes. I hate constantly defending conservative women from themselves.
See, I lack any real appetite for ripping young blonde things on television a new one just because the public never tires of ripping young blonde things on television. But it seems this not a shared affliction.
We know already that Liberal White Dudes do tend to take it a mite too far in mocking women in the public eye – see Palin, Sarah – in their eagerness to fall all over themselves about how totally witty and funny they are with their jokes.
But never fear. Other conservatives are always willing to up the ante. To wit: Laura Ingraham has now deemed it appropriate to bring Meghan McCain’s weight into this, “joking” how McCain couldn’t get on the Real World because of her size and so turned to political punditry as a second option.
Hardy har. Har. Har.
As such, much though I would like to flip off all these women who seem to feel a pressing need to climb into my uterus and start measuring for curtains and wallpaper, I can’t. I have to spend my days trying to get through to them that it isn’t enough that Laura Ingraham, personally, is an “equal” of men, totally without need of any foolish “Equal Rights Amendment” claptrap about how she are totally and equally equal to any equal man out tries to out-equal her. It’s not even for either Ingraham or McCain that I do this, that I do this. It’s for the girls and women who idolize them, some of whom will want to be them, and for their sake, I just don’t want them hating their own damn bodies. Is that so fucking much to ask?
Sometimes being a feminist sucks, ladies. But I just know, if I stick with it, they’ll totally change… right?