I am a strong believer in keeping an eye on the significant others of political figures. We need to mind the size of their shoes closets, but, more importantly, the choice of partner reveals more about a man’s personality and decision-making than anything in his public life. Also, I’m not above a bit of middlebrow gossip.
That a wealthy man like Donald Trump is able to stage appearances surrounded by an array of hot escorts is not at all surprising. Admittedly, I know next to nothing about the lives of multimillionaires, but judging by the steadiness with which stories about the likes of DC madame or Trump’s and Clinton’s buddy Jeffrey Epstien pop up, arranging a rendezvous with “a young a beautiful piece of ass” is not an insurmountable challenge in this income tax bracket.
What sets the Donald apart from other rich and famous is the degree to which he very publicly and conspicuously perfects his womanizing image. Not content with merely sleeping with hotties, he has to established his own bordellos (he’d slept with his Miss USA contestants and his modeling agency’s employees) and then make the reputation for himself as an owner of said bordello by publicizing his affairs.
Some Trump champions, especially at the intersection of the Pick-up and the Artist/altRight, hail him as an “all-American alpha” and vow to support the presidential contender for that very reason: just look at him, he’s wealthy, powerful, and he has the women. Surely he has a good game, which, in their view, is a manifestation of good leadership skills.
Although the autistic precision with which many PUA’s build their theories of womanizing makes the whole enterprise a bit silly, certain biological rules of courtship doubtlessly exist. That some men are more gifted at the dating game (or that there are natural born leaders) is obvious at plain sight. An alpha would have easy and satisfying relationships with the kind of women that seem out of his league, and he’d get the most out of them — and out of life.
This brings me back to the Donald. At no point did he bed a gal above his social status — or even one at his own level. For instance, in two of his Howard Stern interviews the tangerine playboy revealed that he’d developed somewhat of a crush on Princess Dianna. Well, did he get anywhere near her?
The businessman from New York and his now wife Melania once admired the sex tape of family friend Paris Hilton. (Gross, I know. But the fact that Trump himself bragged about it and that he would like for us to believe that he’s such a Casanova makes it fair game to mention it. Also, I’m sure he can take it as well as he gives.) I suppose Paris just wasn’t that into them.
Although the mogul has a habit of regurgitating the lists of female celebs who arouse him, he sleeps with marginal, ambitious women he dedicated his life to collecting. Most puzzling, he marries out of his harem — he already has the woman, why does he need to put the ring on her finger? If most wealthy men don’t follow in his footsteps, it’s probably because this is not a good idea.
When he divorced her, Trump’s first wife, a noted gold digger, accused him of rape. Wife number two played the oldest trick in the book — she got pregnant on him. According to the official story, the current appropriation accordingly traveled to New York City at the sunset stage of her modeling career. There, she attempted a business connection with Donald Trump, the man who, she was forewarned, would make a pass at her. When he did, she took his number instead of giving away hers and called him a week later. In other words, she had him in her sights for a while.
Not to say that Melania and the Donald aren’t made for each other. The two share the taste for the unironically opulent decor, for instance. Melania doesn’t nag. The respective worldviews of this daughter of a nomneclaturish Yugoslav communist and the free world mogul appear to align. Consider their opinions of the First Amendment. I previously wrote:
When Pamela Geller organized Draw Mohamed contest, attracting, predictably, jihadist violence, Trump blamed Geller for “provok[ing]” the Religion of Peace. Likewise, when Julia Ioffe profiled the mogul’s third wife in Vanity Fair in the feature that was not entirely to Melania Trump’s liking, bands of altRight antisemites barraged Ioffe online. Melania’s reaction? “She provoked them.”
One can imagine them finishing each other’s sentences — to the extent to which Melania is capable of formulating sentences in English.
Trump once said that he doesn’t think Nancy Reagan was all that beautiful, provoking the outcry that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What’s not in the eye of the beholder is that Ronald Reagan is a two-term president and a revered conservative icon. And what is Donald Trump? The all-American alpha is currently stuck in a close race with a corpse of a diaper granny. She’s winning, too, albeit by a nose. And if she’s bleeding votes, she’s bleeding them not to Trump but to a not exactly charismatic, yet trim and youthful third party candidate who once climbed Mt. Everest.
What Trump seems to be lacking is a trusted adviser, somebody who can say: “Darling, put down your cell. You will not be baited with a tweet” and then makes sure he does. A real man will marry a woman who will help him to live up to his potential; the thin-skinned Donald purchases arm candies who let him be himself.
In April of this year Liz Mair produced an ad with a photograph of Melania posing in the character of a high society call-girl. I thought Trump would laugh it off: the picture in question was not pornographic, it was humorous, actually. It accompanied a decade-old magazine piece that the mogul himself approved, presumably, that further advanced the lucky gold digger image of his future wife. Yet he became incensed. Why? It could be because he knew Melania’s porn work will eventually come up. More likely, however, hiding behind the orange spray tan and the shiny teeth is a lonely man who never found his soulmate.
Why do I get the impression that the closest he ever came to finding a soulmate was in his daughter Ivanka? Maybe because he makes incest jokes about her, or maybe because he’s entirely comfortable with putting the liberal democrat in charge of high level policy decisions. Daddy granted Ivanka’s wish to craft the federal maternity leave policy, a government handout staunchly opposed by the GOP. Is it not ironic that at the time conservatives are told by Trump loyalists to put their party above the country and vote for him, Trump is putting his loyalty to family above the party?
For the altRight PUA’s to jump on the Trumptrain is a form of self-congratulation. In their dating science, alphas are attracted to alphas, and, therefore, their conviction that Trump is an alpha proves that they are too. (But wait, what about Reince?)
The flip side of this kind of self-congratulatory thinking is the desire to by 47% of American women. No less than Rush Limbaugh, a fellow who certainly knows how to hold on to a wife, opined that “real” “wholesome American women” like Trump. He elaborated:
He’s not PC-whipped. He’s not politically correct-whipped. He stands up for himself.
Remains to be explained: if wholesome women like The Don, how come he never dated any? What does he have against wholesome women? And: is our society really so emasculated that We can’t tell a hero from a clown?
In an essay way too good to be written on the occasion of the Donald Trump candidacy, David French wrote about heroes:
Trump’s masculinity is a cheap counterfeit of the masculinity that’s truly threatening to the cultural Left: man not as predator but as protector, the “sheepdog” of American Sniper fame. This is the brave man, the selfless man who channels his aggression and sense of adventure into building a nation, an economy, and — yes — a family. This is the man who kicks down doors in Fallujah or gathers a makeshift militia to rush hijackers in the skies above Pennsylvania. Or, to choose a more mundane — though no less important — example: This is the man who packs up the household to take a chance on a new job, models strength for his family when life turns hard, teaches his son to stand against bullies on the playground, and lives at all times with dignity and honor.
Clowns are different. Their role is to disobey the normal rules and conventional behavior, to question societal conventions. Political correctness is something to be questioned, no doubt. Thank you, Donald Trump, for your service, now please be dismissed because you are right up there with Sid Vicious and Candy Darling with your disobedience.
There is a category of women who like men that constantly embarrass them. The Squint is one, I suspect — she allowed Donald to drag her into this campaign, something she doesn’t seem to want at all. Most of us will love a guy who can tell a good joke (or a bad joke), but not when the joke is on us or on him. When smashing of the idols is in order, we’d love our man to go out and do just that. What we don’t want our men to do is to make fun of disability or diminish the heroism of others. We cannot take Donald Trump seriously as a leader.
Lack of leadership qualities is important for reasons other than mere optics. Make no mistake, if elected, Trump will be Putin’s mat. He will be otherwise manipulated by individuals who know how to properly massage his ego. And if in 2020 Democrats nominate somebody with a modicum of charisma, that person will win.