Former Obama staffer and Congressional candidate Alejandra Campoverdi urges potential voters in the upcoming special election to stop thinking of her as the hot model chick who once appeared in Maxim. If anything, look at her recent hot Instagram swimsuit photos. For the love of feminism. Cosmo agreed to run a blatant self-promoting article if Campoverdi agreed to open with a conveniently sexist comment by a man.
“I’d rather buy you a purse.”
My blood started to boil right when he said it. I had just asked a male friend of mine if he’d contribute to my campaign for Congress in the current special election for California’s 34th District. I had expected to have his support, or at least his encouragement, and I felt my stomach immediately knot from the betrayal.
I, of all people, shouldn’t have been that surprised.
If you’re looking for someone to bring dramatic teen girl first person writing to Washington, you could do worse than this stomach knotted victim of her own good looks. It is heartbreaking when your very friends turn out to be virile misogynists. Though not as heartbreaking as when your friends call out of the blue to ask for money then make up shit you said to bookend their grotesquely hyperbolic pandering piece in Cosmo.
After volunteering on the Obama ’08 campaign, Campoverdi landed a job in the Hispanic Media Relations office in the White House. Somebody discovered Campoverdi’s Maxim photos right after she told no more than every single person she met about them and how she won’t let them define her as a woman. Made up White House multicultural gigs being far superior. Campoverdi quickly became world famous as the cheesecake model working in the White House. But world famous in such a way that not a single person remembered it until she reminded everybody during her current political campaign.
Campoverdi’s victim impact statement might reek of a cheap ploy for votes, but truly she wants to make clear that women have diverse backgrounds and shouldn’t be expected to come clean into politics.
From this generation forward, every woman will have grown up in the digital age where, unless she sat in a turtleneck at home for all her teens, she will have pictures readily available online that can be used to shame her.
Turtleneck seclusion or lacy panties and bustiers in front of photo studio cycloramas? What’s it going to be ladies? Women really do have limited options. Men like Trump would never have embarrassing photos or taped prurient conversations from their past used against them in a salacious manner.
It’s possible Campoverdi’s essay could’ve used a polish. Don’t blame her for continuing to post glamour shots on her social media sites. It’s a cover for that secret shame she can never run away from. That super awkward Obama Oval Office hug.