“Wendy Davis in a Carolina Herrera dress and Reed Krakoff pumps” is the description under the Vogue glamour shot of the Texas state senator posing in the state capitol.
“Texas state senator Wendy Davis’s filibuster against an antiabortion bill turned her into an overnight sensation. Now can she battle her way to the governor’s mansion?”
An “antiabortion bill,” of course, that if honestly discussed, is more of a uniter than a divider, as most Americans see the wisdom and justice in trying to protect innocent life, while wanting to make sure that mothers are safe and supported. An “antiabortion bill” that sought to raise clinic standards for the health of Texas women and protect unborn children at 20 weeks and older capable of feeling pain. Presumably in the three-hour interview, the Vogue reporter never asked her about Kermit Gosnell, or Davis might have googled what that story was about before her National Press Club appearance where John McCormack asked her about it.
Thanks to Vogue, I now know all about what the Davis girls were wearing as they hung out with Vogue over Independence Day weekend (Senator Davis “barefoot in 7 for Mankind jeans and barely there makeup”) and about the “scruffy but handsome” boyfriend who “looks precisely the type” to launch “Keep Austin Weird” campaigns. I know that her father left her mother with four kids but she “doesn’t hold it against him” and her ex-husband is her role model. But a Vogue reader would never know what exactly it was that got the president tweeting about her — a radicalism that keeps the Democratic party from being honest about even late-term abortions and even, as has been the case with the president of the United States, infanticide. Most Americans don’t know that Planned Parenthood is in the abortion business, never mind that it is the abortion business and lobby that politicians often find themselves beholden to. So it doesn’t sound odd to hear Ann Richards’s daughter Cecile, the Democratic-party powerbroker and president of Planned Parenthood, talk about political nurturing at a time when her organization was instrumental in ensuring the president’s health-care law would include treating fertility as a disease, a value that trumps religious liberty as the abortion lobby insists that the values of the sexual revolution be mandated.
The Devil (literally) is in the details in this story, glossed over by many more than Vogue.