There you have it, so perfect an icon it bleeds. This is the thing "conservative" republicans in the US fear, incarnate.
This woman had a child aged 14. The worst thing you could possibly do, period. Did her life end ? No, it did not. Her life carried on just fine, in fact the entire conundrum made not one bit of difference. Her days flow on auto-pilot still, with no control over the future, and no pretense to control over the future, and not the faintest curl of worry. Of fear. Of anguish. Of all that good stuff "advanced" and "humanly developed" and "educated" and "civilised" women can't have enough of, apparently. She's the one that didn't need to go to Woodstock.
Is she scared ? Nope. Is she angry ? Nope. So she had a kid in junior high. Big deal. She's going to have more, or not, she loves them very much, sure, maybe they die, big fucking deal - she'll forget all about it in a week. Maybe they survive, all the better, maybe they're inventors or writers or plumbers or NASCAR drivers. Maybe they go to jail, maybe they sling dope, maybe they program computers, maybe they get knocked up aged 14. Or 12, or 2. Makes as much difference to her as your tie color to you. It's all the same really - just as long as they don't get too much in her way, whatever she happens to be doing the current five minutes. And if they do she'll aggro on them and then forget all about it in another five minutes.
If her hubby tells her it's okay to hump the burly dude in the tight leather pants, all the better. If her hubby tells her not to, maybe she won't. Or maybe she will and "confess" later, and hubby'll forgive her. Or he won't. Same difference. If Obama wants her to vote for change she'll vote for change, and if McPalin wants to argue with her she'll argue right back. Who got time for all this argument nonsense ? She enjoys fun stuff, and who doesn't. She shops, without understanding money - you don't need to understand the town to live in town any more than you need a degree in marine biology to digest a serving of shrimp&pasta.
She's the "urbanized, racially diverse supporter transforming America into something unrecognizable" quite exactly. Not only does she not give a flying fuck for all the complicated normatives of Victorian middle class as hearsay-reinterpreted by the postmodern US, but she's not even at all scared of all the imagined horrors and unconvincing bugaboos that ideology holds sacred! Not for any deliberate, ideological reason, mind you. She simply does not care, she doesn't even have a clue that such a thing as Victorian morals exists, nor has she any idea anyone cares, nor could she imagine why anyone would, if she could somehow be enticed to think about it - which she couldn't. Because she doesn't. It's just not something she does, that's all. Would you like to go shopping ?
And then, to add insult to injury, she's white. This burns. And then, to add insult to injury, her life continues quite undisturbed on these animalic premises. The earth does not part to swallow her, thunder doesn't fall from the sky to turn her into a deliciously crispy liberty fry. And then, to add insult to injury, I am certainly more likely to appreciate her gallon jugs and carefree, pliable attitude than to bother with the dry yet wry products of ellaborate "civilisation" that'd supposedly be her competition. Who got time for shriveled up roses with disproportionate thorns when there's all the lily you can possibly sniff right here ? What competition ?
So this is it, this is the icon of what horrifies your "conservative" as the term is applied in contemporary US.
And, to add insult to injury, they'd definitely like to fuck her.