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Glamour Writer Infiltrates Conservative Women's Conference and Is SHOCKED by What She Sees

Can’t a girl figure out the best hairstyle for her face shape without stumbling into a political landmine? Even magazines like Glamour and Vogue, ostensibly fashion magazines, are full of a bewildering sprinkling of politics. Ten Summer Hairstyles to Wear to the Beach. Ten Ways Donald Trump Is Hitler. Swimsuits for Every Body Type. My Body My Choice. You get the idea. But it’s not just that, of course. It’s not just that politics have invaded magazines that ought to be mindless entertainment. It’s that liberal politics have invaded them. Only liberal politics.

And, if you’re in any doubt about how the writers of these magazines perceive people who don’t agree with them, look no further than a recent article on Glamour.com called “Conservative Millennial Women Are Here For Female Empowerment—Just Don't Call Them Feminists” by Samantha Leach.

Leach, a 24-year-old liberal who proclaims that she “cried watching Hillary Clinton lose the election,” infiltrated the Network of Enlightened Women’s (NeW) conference, for “college-aged conservative females” in Washington D.C. to, presumably (she never gives a reason in the article), deride and make fun of women whose viewpoint differs from hers.

It’s clear that Leach feels she is writing for an audience that shares her political viewpoint. Her message appears to be: Wow! Can you believe it! Conservative women actually care about women’s rights! And, while the rest of us are sitting here thinking, well duh, Leach’s tone of wide-eyed discovery never lets up.

She paints herself the enlightened “feminist” coming down from on high to mingle with the poor, sad, unenlightened “non-feminists.” She wonders how she will be able to “talk to women about Donald Trump without combusting” but is surprised to find herself in “complex” conversations with these women. She calls them “tough-as-nails” and asserts that “the future of the Republican party is female.” She even gamely sits down to her “first ever Chick-fil-A lunch.” (It wouldn't be a visit to a foreign culture if you didn’t sample the local cuisine.)

But the patronizing assumptions begin before she even arrives at the conference. What will she wear to this gathering of strange non-Hillary-supporting females, she wonders. How to best fit in in this land of un-woke women? (She opts for a “pastel tweed blazer and kitten heels” because, the implication is clear, this is what these women wear.)

But, and her shock is palpable, upon arriving at the convention, she finds herself among “girls with nose rings, in large hipster glasses, with dreadlocks.” In fact, “Few to none were wearing pearls.” What is this sorcery! It’s as if she set out to meet the natives of some benighted country and wants us to know that, actually, they’re not so different from the rest of us!