We’ve been conductors on the Meghan Choo-Choo train for a while now (in a non-ironic way!).
Meghan McCain went on Rachel Maddow last night to defend her Daily Beast article that shit-talked that stick of fluorescent lighting, Anne Coulter, and to chat about her post-election political life. We thought she was genuinely likeable and held her own when it came to talking about the Republican party in a refreshing, not at all mouth-piecey way. Gawker on the other hand, not so much. They basically ripped her apart as being a hair flipping twizz. Is it hard to type when your eyes are constantly rolling to the back of your head?
We on the other hand, totally tingle for this girl who melted out of her mom’s icy vaj and was raised by the likes of a peepaw whose arms were unable to raise up past his colostomy bag to embrace his little girl. The little girl whose pill popping mom’s shrill stares scared Meghan’s high school friends into going straight edge when she confronted the teenagers asking, “Did YOU bring THAT beer to MY house?” “Was that a CONDOM I saw peeking out of your wallet?” How did this girl turn out so fucking NORMAL?
Yes, normal. She’s relateable. She admitted to Maddow that she’s not as knowledgable on matters of the economy as she should be and therefore shouldn’t be answering any questions about the bail out. She tweets about liking the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. She expresses frustration with the Republican party. She loves her parents. She probably gets crunked and leaves regrettable comments on Facebook . You guys, she’s just like us (if we weren’t commie homo liberals) – but hotter.