OK, try not to be distracted by that all-timer of a hyperbolic statement  —“The one place in America where women still have the right to choose.” Really, Julia, the one place? I mean, aren't viewers supposed to assume that poor woman at least chose to wear her bedazzled hat? Or maybe her Trumpy husband dresses her too. 

Imagine the ADR session for the ad: Julia stands in her sound-proof booth wearing headphones over a messy bun. Did she ever pause while rehearsing her 31 words of narration and consider improvising a less laughable opening? Even Joy Behar would have dialed that line way back.

But let’s return to the ad’s message: Hey ladies, we know your toxicly masculine husbands want to bully you into voting for Trump. But do the right thing, and they’ll never know.

Today the ad comes across like a parody of monoculture smugnorance, but the broad strokes are spot on. Many voters were intimidated into self censorship, and when they entered the voting booth they did vote their conscience. But the results reveal that Julia and her ilk misread the landscape. We now know there were lots of sheepish voters, but they weren’t Kamala supporters.