Fox News anchor and Kelly File host Megyn Kelly is featured on the cover of Vanity Fair’s February issue, revealing an array of interesting tidbits—she was violently ill during the August GOP debate, Donald Trump used to send her fan mail, her personal stance on abortion is still unknown—and a somewhat worshipful perspective.
Towards the beginning of the profile, writer Evgenia Peretz quotes Bill Maher’s skeptical take on Megyn Kelly’s popularity: “It’s just because she’s surrounded by Hannity and Bill O’Reilly. She’s like the blonde dragon girl on Game of Thrones. Everyone else is a zombie or a dwarf or fucking their sister, so she looks normal.”
Throughout the article, however, Peretz touches on Kelly’s eye-popping inconsistencies without really bearing into them, weaving the less impressive day-to-day aspects of The Kelly File (“Some recurring themes are political correctness run amok, the left-wing slant of the mainstream media, and the question of Hillary Clinton’s trustworthiness”; “A go-to guest on the subject of race and law enforcement is Mark Fuhrman, the disgraced race-baiting policeman from the O. J. Simpson trial”) within a larger, more attention-grabbing narrative of her reputation as a “blowhard”-skewering “feminist icon of sorts.”
This is not unusual in coverage of Megyn Kelly (I myself once referred to her as a “hero”), because she is indeed a fascinating and exciting enigma, the lone member of Fox’s flock of beautiful blonde anchors who wrestled her way up to out-perform and outwit her male colleagues and subjects; according to the profile, she makes $6-$9 million per year. My colleague Kara Brown has referred to her appreciation of Kelly as “one of the most confusing relationships of my adult life”—because although Kelly is terrifyingly poised and often fearlessly critical of her own in a way that is deeply satisfying to the media, she is also someone who once did 45 separate segments on the New Black Panthers and lamented the concept of a black Santa.