Come on, you know it's coming. How long before Meghan McCain inks a deal to add body, though not necessarily substance, to the latest celebrity on the slide to nowhere playground of cable or broadcast TV? You have to admire a self-centric young twist who can manage to put down "flat-chested" women for not being as "sexual" as she's allegedly seen to be, then going on to bemoan a double standard when it comes to men without a blink.
Yes, Meghan McCain wants so badly to be taken seriously in politics, she felt it was time to start tweeting her tweats. Does that take one account, or two? Or perhaps more in the oh so sexual Meghan McCain's unfortunate case? Are you noticing how she usually makes news when she's playing the victim of someone, or something? What an inspirational young woman this is.
I suppose there are several ways to look at her issues, though I'd just as soon pass on her temporary tweat-icon. I didn't find it embarrassing, or sexual myself. If it reminded me of anything, it was Anna Nicole Smith at her worst, someone I always found more tragic, than sexual, to be blunt.
You see, all this time Meghan has been showing everyone everything, in her words, what she's "doing every minute of every day". (yawn) But no one seemed to be paying much attention to young Meghan. Ah, but now that she's shown us her tweats... Meghan's world is apparently, well, ... just okay - after all, she is yet once again just a viktum. Should we be surprised at this point? Really? And how special, ... how sexual, is all this? Thank God for her sake she isn't a B cup. She might not have even gotten her full fifteen minutes squeezed into that little thing.
On Wednesday, I posted a hastily taken self-portrait on Twitter—which I thought was funny and silly—and within a few hours I had caused a minor media scandal. I spent most of the next day thinking about what exactly was so shocking about the picture, why there was such an immediate and nasty overreaction. After all, it’s not like I was caught making a sex tape. I certainly didn’t pose nude for Playboy. And I hadn’t even exposed a nipple.
For years I have struggled to accept the fact that the way I look in a tank top comes off more “sexual” than a flat-chested woman. And once again I was reassured by the media that someone with my cup size should always be covered up. Or what, I’ll be seen as a slut? It’s pathetic we can come so far in so many ways, but when Rep. Aaron Schock or Rep. Jeff Flake post pictures of themselves without their suits on—and their shirts, for that matter—they are proclaimed “hotties.” But put me in a tank top and I am suddenly an embarrassment to the Republican Party and women everywhere. The double standard is infuriating.
As those of you who follow me on Twitter know, I live my life very openly. I will happily tell you what I'm doing every minute of every day. I will tell you what songs I'm listening to, what movies I've seen, and what books I've read. (That’s Arthur Danto’s new biography of Andy Warhol in the photo, by the way.) I love reading other people's Tweets to me.