I had more important things to write about today but now I am forced to address Minnesota’s Congress member-elect Michele Bachmann and her wardrobe, for god’s sake.
On the same day that we see several articles covering the strides that women have made in politics, especially here in Minnesota, our local Star Tribune publishes that ”Michele Bachmann embraces the chance to be a style maven amid D.C.’s dowdiness.”
Excerpts from Bringing a touch of haute to the U.S. House:
The congresswoman-elect turned heads [on election night] in what she described as “a black, crepey-chiffony kind of cocktail dress. . . . “
. . . Bachmann doesn’t fit the image of those who, sometimes rightly but mostly wrongly, consider Congress the domain of dowdy Bella Abzugs. Far from distancing herself from the topic as frivolous, Bachmann reveled in the invitation to describe a style that’s determinedly feminine. [Emphasis mine.]
“Since I was a little girl, I either wore my mother’s high heels or aspired to wear high heels,” she said . . . .
This is from the woman who believes that
God speaks to her through her husband, Marcus; and
wives are to be submissive to their husbands (video here).
See girls? I’ll say to my daughters. You can have it all! You can bring your strong womanly voices to Washington to influence national policy (if your husband says it’s okay) AND drive the boys crazy by showing a little leg! Talk about nonpartisan appeal!
Maybe she’s actually a genius. Maybe she will single-handedly bring down what exists of the feminist movement today. Maybe her only goal is to make sure that Hillary Clinton is not elected president. After all, isn’t Hillary a bit, well, dowdy?
Oh, and this last bit: does anyone else think that Marcus, who counsels gays to be, well, un-gay, doth protest too much?
Shopping help comes from another quarter, as well. Before Vice President Dick Cheney’s visit this past summer, Bachmann’s husband, Marcus, hit the stores — “he’s got a good sense of style” — and came home with “a sleek, simple hourglass dress with a yoke collar in winter white.” He even bought a matching coat and shoes.
I’m not even going to link to the Tinky-Winkyesque purse-holding photo of him.
This is it, I promise: You must, must, must see what has happened to Michele and Marcus at Fark. Or should we just call them Marchele?