If Donald Trump Changed Genders
IMAGINE, for a moment, the presidential candidacy of a rich, brash real estate magnate and reality TV star named Donna Trump.
Quizzically coifed and stubbornly sun-kissed, she’s on her third marriage. There’s clear evidence that infidelity factored into the demise of the first, and among her children is one conceived when The Donna wasn’t married to the other parent.
Her sexual appetites have been prodigious, at least according to her frequent claims and vulgar cant. And she has a tendency — disturbing on its own, even more so in someone who aspires to civic leadership — to talk about men as sirloins and rump roasts of disparate succulence. She denigrates those who displease her on cosmetic grounds:
.. A young woman is supposed to be some sexual Goldilocks, finding a “just right” between frisky and frigid.
.. Now put those words in The Donna’s mouth instead. “What a hunk, that one,” she says of one of her sons. “If I weren’t happily married and, ya know, his mother. . . “