Thread by @TheRealHoarse

I defy anyone to get through this whole interview.

It is so bad, I literally couldn’t get through it.

The interviewer, S.E. Cupp, opens by describing Meghan McCain as her “best friend”.

Wut? Why though? Do you know literally no one else?

1/

rollingstone.com/politics/polit…

In full disclosure, I have never been a fan of S.E. Cupp and may have referred to her as “Sweater-Set Barbie” in the past.

Not to let you all into the working of the cogs and gears that power the Hoarsemind but I felt bad about that.

I felt like I had been maybe too acerbic.
2/

My initial, read was that Cupp was one of the dilettante-ish little butterflies who flits about as “journalists” while having never lived an honest day in the real world where average people worry and struggle and fear for their survival… and then somehow survive to do it again.

But then I came to think maybe that was an overly caustic read. And I felt kinda bad.

I am not an inastute critic though - and this interview absolutely validates my withering contempt for both interviewer and interviewee.

4/

In the piece, Cupp lobs absurd, incurious softballs to an absurdly incurious person.

McCain is six inches away from being about as deep as a kids’ wading pool.

She somehow manages to have ignorance enough for bliss while still being miserable.

5/

There is a chamber beneath Grand Central Station in New York. It is a foyer among tunnels. An indistinct room travelers pass through without notice…

Yet, if you and a friend face opposite corners and talk, each will hear the other while no one else can.

That’s this interview.

It is the perfect acoustics of two equally vapid people speaking into corners with backs turned to the crowd.

McCain is so profoundly vacuous, it is fucking painful.

She isn’t just a nepotistic princess devoid of merit and absent humility; she is arrogantly deluded.

7/

And Cupp is the perfect foil.

The Meghan McCains of the world come to exist because there are the S.E. Cupps of the world are always there to engage them in their endless soliloquies about how they have somehow been victimized by society’s preference for people less awful.

8/

Were it not for the enablement of besties like S.E. Cupp, the Meghan McCains might encounter real feedback.

They might one day experience the “reflected self” that comes from seeing how you are seen by others.

9/

Instead, Meghan McCain continues to slide through life wholly unacquainted with a glimmer of self-awareness.

What do vampires and Meghan McCain have in common?

Neither can see their reflection.

10/

Anywho, read the interview.

If you get all the way through it, I’ll toast to your fortitude.

My god, McCain is awful. A vapid, vacuous person who gongs loud and often despite being the hollowest of drums.

//