It’s confirmed: Philadelphia is officially John McCain‘s designated place for sending women his campaign has no idea what to do with. First, he stranded Sarah Palin here for a small eternity, and now, McCain’s blogger/hipster/awwwwwkwardly stumping daughter Meghan McCain is here through Tuesday. She’s in town promoting her children’s book, My Dad, John McCain, which we’re guessing is kind of like Everybody Poops meets the Julian Lennon/Ziggy Marley story. But here’s the thing: Even though Meghan is honorably going along for the ride with Pops, there are some tell-tale signs that, in any other situation, she probably would not have abandoned the good sense of her entire generation to make it look like Sarah Palin is a reasonable person and her dad can somehow get elected and, you know, not expire during his first four. For one, her blog is a little too nicely designed for some normal neo-con twit. (In our experience, people like this always go for the my-first-blog look of Blogspot or, heaven forbid, Typepad.) For two, look at these playlists! Are you honestly trying to tell me that someone can be into Katy Perry and The Ting Tings and want to overturn Roe V. Wade at the same time? OK, that might be specious logic — I mean, especially when you consider that most people would go for aborting Katy Perry like RIGHT NOW — but all the cultural signifiers here indicate that either Meghan McCain is indeed ONE OF US, or she’s been molded and shaped and focus-grouped into the only living woman who might be able to draw a young person, any young person at all, into her father’s death march of a campaign. So, Philadelphia, if you can find her, get her loaded, and convince her to flip sides — even if it’s just for 24 hours — we will pick up your bar tab. Get at us when you succeed, and remember: Pics or it didn’t happen.

This entry was posted on Monday, October 6th, 2008 at 11:25 am.