On Wednesday, Oct. 14, 2009, in yet another attempt to appear cool to her loser followers, McCain posted something historic on her Twitter account: a shot of her barely clad breasts. It's essentially a webcam pic from MySpace. Her caption: "my 'spontaneous' night in is my Andy Warhol biography and takeout .... I'm getting old."
Honestly, I'm not sure what's more shocking: that she thinks it is cutting edge to cite Andy Warhol or that she decided that the entire world needed to see her push-up cleavage.
Naturally, this caused some consternation among her more conservative followers. McCain responded to that consternation by playing the victim: "so I took a fun picture not thinking anything about what I was wearing but apparently anything other than a pantsuit I am a slut, this is why I have been considering deleting my twitter account, what once was fun now just seems like a vessel for harassment."
Then this: "when I am alone in my apartment, I wear tank tops and sweat pants, I had no idea this makes me a ‘slut', I can't even tell you how hurt I am."
Oh, really, now. Meghan McCain may hold a double-digit IQ (barely), but there is no way she could post a photo like this for millions to see without recognizing that there would be some blowback. No one cares what she does when she is "alone in her apartment" -- we only care what she does when she places her front on public display.
But should we truly be surprised by this behavior? She is an attention hog, and she is getting the attention she probably lacked at home by blabbing about her butt, her boobs and her gay friends to a slobbering media eager to discredit her father. The truth is, there's nothing to see here, except a woman desperate for the spotlight.