A Confederacy of VF Editors
It’s fitting that the day after a Sarah Palin-supported insurgent candidate toppled an establishment Republican in Alaska, Vanity Fair publishes a Sarah Palin hit piece.
Basically, through the use of anonymous sources — after Levi Johnston, the second most important source of dirt on the Palins — and interviews with attention-whoring lefty Palin-haters, Vanity Fair paints her as kind of a trailer trash version of The Devil Wears Prada’s Miranda Priestly.
This (Anonymous) friend adds, “As soon as she enters her property and the door closes, even the insects in that house cringe. She has a horrible temper, but she has gotten away with it because she is a pretty woman.” (The friend elaborated on this last point: “Once, while Sarah was preparing for a city-council meeting, she said, ‘I’m gonna put on one of my push-up bras so I can get what I want tonight.’ That’s how she rolls.”)
Oh yeah, that seems totally plausible.
Yeah, I just can’t picture Sarah Palin like that.
Ace notices something else: Driving while using a smartphone and smoking are cool when Palin-haters do it:
Moore, a green-eyed blonde who, like Palin, was once an Alaska beauty queen, albeit a few stripes more self-aware, drives her Subaru through downtown Anchorage, steering with one hand, holding a cigarette and her smartphone in the other. When Devon calls to tell her that Glenn Beck has booked the Dena’ina Center, the largest venue in Anchorage, for a speech on September 11, 2010, she sits bolt upright and yells. Immediately, they start trying to figure out what the news might mean.