Kamala Harris is failing to attract votes from men, especially minority men, which has her campaign in a panic. On the other hand, she does great with the liberal, wealthy white women who are referred to as “wine moms.” They are the readers of Vogue magazine, the ultimate home court for Harris.
So it is no surprise to see Harris–I believe for the second time–on the cover of Vogue:
Vogue officially endorses Kamala as “the candidate for our times,” and the accompanying article is hagiographic. But virtually no one will read it. Vogue is like the Playboy of decades ago: no one buys it for the articles.
Reportedly, Harris posed for her Vogue photo shoot on October 7, the anniversary of the Hamas atrocities and a time when Hurricane Helene relief was in a critical stage. But who can let current events get in the way of a glamour shoot?
I believe the last time I wrote about Vogue was when they did a puff piece on Marilyn Mosby, the good-looking but utterly incompetent Baltimore States Attorney who prosecuted local police officers, baselessly and unsuccessfully. But Vogue loved her for her politics and her looks:
The story did not end happily for Marilyn Mosby. She turned out to be a crook, as well as an inept and bigoted prosecutor, and I believe she is currently in the slammer. I don’t mean to suggest that Kamala Harris is similarly corrupt or deserves a similar fate, but rather that being lionized by Vogue magazine is a poor predictor of future success.
Harris probably didn’t gain a single new vote by being on Vogue’s cover. In practical terms, she would have done better to drop in on the nearest Walmart and greet random shoppers. That might have done her a little good, but it isn’t Kamala’s style. Willie Brown’s girlfriend never needed to deal, in person, with grubby little voters.
