Outside of the Hot Headlines, I don’t think I have wasted a single ounce of space on Attention Queen Meghan McCain, but her antics this week have compelled me to write a word or two about her latest whiny victim antics.
A couple of days ago, McCain posted a picture of herself on Twitter, which you can view here. The picture, which shows her holding up an Andy Warhol book while wearing a black tank top with her boobs pushed up to her chin, has generated a lot of buzz both in the blogosphere and on Twitter, where she has been subjected to varying kinds of comments from the tame to the way over the top.
First things first, contrary to McCain’s laughable excuse for posting the picture (“So I took a fun picture not thinking anything about what I was wearing“), let me be the first to tell you that there is no way she did NOT think about how she looked and what she was wearing. A woman does not post a picture like that of herself anywhere without hoping to generate a great deal of attention. She also was quoted as saying “I always wear tank tops around the house” – maybe she does, but can I see a show of hands how many of you out there think she walks around her house with her boobs hiked up above her shoulders? I didn’t think so.
That look requires a serious amount of effort, I guarantee you, far more effort than most of the rest of us do in getting dressed “down” to lounge around the house. It requires the effort of a woman who talks often about the size of her breasts.
It’s an effort that women who want (the wrong kind of) attention make all the time, except in this instance McCain is playing the victim card because along with the, “hey hon, you look hot” comments she no doubt got over that picture, she’s also gotten a strong dose of criticism about it as well. Seeing that rule #1 of provacative picture posting is: “I’m posting this so people will tell me I look good, but they better not say anything mean,” anyone who dares to say anything less than, “hey gal, you’re a babe” is being offensive and therefore deliberately hurtful and “jealous.”
Not only is the picture just bizarre in an Anna Nicole Smith kind of way, but it looks unnatural, unflattering and, well, it looks phony and staged.
Hmm. Phony and staged are good words to describe McCain, aren’t they? And pretending to be a voice for “mainstream Republicanis” all the while playing the victim card every chance she gets and cashing in her “look at me, I’m John McCain’s ‘controversial’ daughter” card all the way to the bank after each and every appearance on The View? That sounds like mainstream liberalism to me.
This woman is an heir to a mega-fortune, can have pretty much anything she wants, and commands attention – for better or worse – no matter where she goes, because she delberately works at stirring up controversy in blatant efforts at shameless self-promotion. She is not a victim.
Some wise words from Cassandra:
But in this case her behavior is so bizarre that she seems to be inviting a conservative intervention. This isn’t complicated: if you don’t want people to treat you like a pop tart, don’t act like one. If you don’t wish people to look at (or comment upon) your breasts, don’t show them off to thousands of folks to whom you’ve yet to be formally introduced.
I can’t stand when adults demand the “right” to act a certain way and then want to be shielded from the normal consequences of their actions. The term ‘pearls before swine’ comes to mind. Women are notorious for this, and it’s silly behavior.
Absolutely. Not excusing the insults she’s received, but when you’re a public figure and you post something that glaringly “out there,” you can’t expect not to generate negative attention in addition to the positive.
R.S. McCain, distant cousin to the McCains, weighs in with the ouch factor:
Ironically, her egoistic episode began when Miss Meghan posted a photo of herself holding a book about Andy Warhol, the pop artist whose best-known aphorism was, “In the future, everyone will be world-famous for 15 minutes.” Meghan’s 15 minutes have long since expired and if she is stupid enough to follow through on last night’s impulsive threat to quit Twittering — 50,000 subscribers is an enviable readership for online promotion — the world will have another laugh at her expense.
The day this drama queen decides to delete her Twitter account will be a day to which I eagerly look forward.
Having another day of catching up at the 8-5. I’ll check back in when I can.