Wendy Davis the adventuress from Texas that is the Left’s new hero. She came to fame when she filibustered a bill in the legislature that would ban abortions after 20 weeks. It was a publicity stunt that allowed her to catch lightning in a bottle with the national media. Like all modern politicians, she has little in the way of qualifications, other than a dogged determination to remain in public view. That means creating a fantasy biography that attempts to turn a parasitic life into heroic tale of struggle.

Davis is trying to parlay her 15 minutes of fame into a national political career, but even politics has some standards. A mediocrity with a good personality can go places in politics. A mediocrity that reminds you of your first ex-wife better have another skill. Like the music business, politics is full of one-hit wonders, who have that summer of success, but can never follow it up with a second hit. That appears to be the story arc of Wendy Davis, as she struggles to find a way to remain in the media.

Interestingly, Progressives remain committed to her, even though her ridiculous backstory has been revealed to be less than authentic. They are trying to carry on as if that truth has not been revealed. This piece in the NY Times on her reads like it was written by Hollywood. The writer carefully weaves Davis’s thin resume into the conventional narrative about the modern super woman so popular with feminists. By the end, though, the writer is forced to confess the obvious.

Meanwhile, the reality of Davis’s achievements were all around me as I drove back to my hotel, along a route that took me through her old City Council district, where few people probably spent much time wondering about what personal sacrifices went into the building of this bridge or that residential tower. What had once been a languid cow town was now a sleek city where folks still un-self-consciously stroll around in cowboy hats. Davis played a notable role in the integration of what Fort Worth had always been with what it was becoming. It struck me as a pretty good campaign theme. But perhaps it wasn’t good enough: It was impersonal, unrelatable and technocratic, a nice tale for a Texas Democrat to promote on the way to a landslide loss, just as the state’s last Democratic candidate for governor, former Mayor Bill White of Houston, did in 2010.

Instead, Davis had reassured voters with a near-perfect narrative: a portrait of herself as modern-day Supermom, a woman who existed only in our imaginations.

Reality says Wendy Davis could have stayed at Harvard and not a single Texan would have noticed. Her life is inconsequential. Crediting her with the growth of Texas is like crediting my cat with the building of the Pyramids. At least there are pictures of cats in those pyramids. It reveals the hollowness of feminism in particular and Progressivism in general. Modern feminism is just unicorn hunting, as there is not escaping the realities of biology. As a result they are forced to rely on narrative, rather than reality.

That’s why Davis can be looked at as the predecessor of Lizzy Warren. Like Davis, Warren has no real accomplishments. In the case of Warren, she married well and that opened doors in the academy. her fake back story about being an Indian completed the puzzle. Like Davis, Warren is just a story designed to fit into the Progressive narrative, not a real person doing real things. Even her Senate run was just a story manufactured by the local media. Warren was just playing a role.