Did you keep up with Tuesday’s updates from the Trump criminal trial. One of the central points is that the former president mislabeled business records to hide hush money he paid to an adult film actress in the lead-up to the 2016 presidential election. The money was meant to keep the women from talking about their sexual relationship, and then the defendant lied about it.
It’s OK if you didn’t, just as it’s OK if you flitted in and out of the coverage. Heated words were exchanged and I think the public now knows that Stormy Daniels, the afore-mentioned adult film actress, isn’t a fan of the former president, and that Daniels is quite capable of parrying with Trump’s attorneys.
But even a cursory glance would have reminded you that thus this sort of ugly business has ever been. People who stray outside their marital bounds (or any other important promise) often try to hide it, and they do so using the most obvious methods imaginable.
They may shit into gold toilets, but the script is always the same.
That makes me a little sad, and a lot angry and — weirdly — it also makes me nostalgic.
I’ve told this story before, but: The one time I think I could have made a sexual harassment charge stick, I was a college intern and had recently been told I wouldn’t be hired by the Baltimore newspaper where I was working. Instead, I would be graduating and moving back to Missouri. As a consolation prize, my immediate editor took me out for a fancy dinner. He’d been a little flirty throughout my tenure, but nothing I couldn’t handle with rolled eyes and a snotty quip.
And then, before the waitstaff brought us rolls, the editor said, “My wife doesn’t understand me,” and I could not help myself. I started laughing. Of course he would say that. He’d read the script. And I was to respond with cooing sounds or something like that and then we would fall into bed.
Except I laughed and while it was made known to me that men might flirt as I climbed the ladder of success, there was literally nothing in the contract that said I had to treat such men with anything but disdain. The dinner ended quickly, I went back to my dorm and told my friends and they laughed, too. As if, you old (probably in his 30s) married geezer.
I have lived several lifetimes since then, but I cannot say I’ve ever been surprised at what passes for conversation when these trysts are arranged or covered up. There is nothing new under the sun or the blankets or anywhere else in a culture where a powerful person believes the world is there for the taking.
And now I’m done with nostalgia and back to angry. We keep being told that the DIC is the first president to be in a courtroom like this, but he got there being tragically mundane.
He is small minded, mean, covetous, and scared as hell all the time. I don't see how others don't see it. SMH
Good on you!
Trump and any of these sleezy men will intimidate women and sexually abuse them and then forget it ever happened. I believe they forget, because to them, the woman is nothing but a conquest. But the woman will never forget.
And WTH is the sketch artist for Stormy!