Let’s be honest–she was one of those people who somehow made people believe she was more attractive than she was by acting like she was, she traded on her assumed looks ruthlessly and developed this shtick as a hot blond who would say the most rabidly, poisonously incendiary things imaginable.
She wrote one book after another whose title was one word intended to be the worst possible thing she could call liberals (all of which are more than ironic now): “Mugged,” “Godless,” “Demonic,” “Treason,” each of which had her carefully photo-shopped picture on the cover in some tight little number. And then came the Internet and the delay built into the publication cycle became a problem, because stuff that was insanely outre and outrageous enough to generate publicity when she wrote it was way behind the crazy curve by the time it was published.
And now, she’s old and alone and here’s this genuinely attractive blond who just gets onto TV and says incendiary, horrible shit and then leaves for the day, never a word put to paper or deadline to work against, and she’s just a has-been. She invented that gig, and now she’s nothing.
It’s the only good thing about Lahren. Well, okay, she sucked all the oxygen out of Malkin’s tent, too.