It seems the image is considered sufficiently important as
to warrant the attention of several American academics and encourage them to
infer levels of arcane significance contained therein, such as the fact that
the undefined background echoes Mrs Trump’s position in the White House. (In the kitchen slaving over Donald’s
dinner, surely.)
Well, I’m not an academic. (Not intelligent enough. No
inclination. Insufficient attention span.) I’m only an ex-professional
photographer, and all I see is an average glam pic of an average ex-professional
model. (Although, with just a little more airbrush attention to the strikingly
predatory eyes they could have been copied and pasted from a Japanese horror
movie poster.)
So what does it really say about Melania’s credentials to be
Uncle Sam’s Number One Dame? Nothing; it doesn’t need to. She married Donald
Trump. Isn’t that enough?
And while I’m on the line, I thought I’d post a
complimentary picture of me when I was about the same age as she is now. That
was back in the days when I still had sexual capital (a phrase I heard very
recently from a woman much younger and cleverer than me, and which I’ve been
dying for an excuse to use ever since) and still had the energy to do things
which I can’t do any more. (As far as I know…)
Not so very different really, is it?
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