…is that it apparently assumes we care.
I haven’t read the article and I do not know the details except what I’ve read in a couple of summaries, nor do I have a clue if the allegations in it are true—of an affair in 2006 and a coverup.
But life is short and I have no interest in reading it, so I’ll just stipulate for the sake of argument that it’s all true, and that Trump has had multiple affairs of this sort all his life and engaged in various machinations to cover them up. We certainly know about some of them (Marla Maples, anyone?) and have known for many, many years.
I didn’t care then. If there’s a way to care in negative numbers, that’s how little I cared. Donald Trump mattered not one whit to me and I didn’t waste any time thinking about him.
Well, that last part of the sentence—that I haven’t wasted time thinking about him—is no longer true, is it? I’ve spent a great deal of the last year and a half learning, thinking, and writing about that very same person—Donald Trump—for the simple reason that his run for the presidency upended a race I thought was the GOP’s for the taking, and then in a shocker on Election Night he surprised me by winning the whole shebang. Since then, it’s been fascinating to follow his actions as president and watch the reactions of the Democrats, the Never-Trumpers, the people of the USA, and the world.
But despite all those changes, one thing remains: I have zero interest in Trump’s sexual affairs. That is for two reasons. The first is that this is part and parcel of what we—the American voters—already knew about Trump. It has been factored in. I feel sorry for his wife and particularly for his son, but the women with whom Trump allegedly had affairs, the left, Ronan Farrow, and the New Yorker, have bigger and (in their eyes) more important fish to fry by publicizing such information.
The second reason I don’t care is that I don’t care about politicians’ affairs in general, as long as they are with consenting adults, don’t involve shady shadowy spy- or blackmail-type figures, and the players don’t do it in the street and frighten the horses.
And I am consistent. I didn’t care about Bill Clinton’s affairs, either. If he was abusing or raping women then I would care, of course. But I am skeptical about those claims for various reasons (I’ve written about the Broaddrick claims here and here, and somewhere I have notes about the inconsistencies in Paula Jones’ story, although I do think they had a sexual relationship of some sort). And I am consistently skeptical about rape/abuse claims about anyone unless and until proven, although of course I know they might be true and I have empathy for victims.
However, if there’s anyone on earth surprised at this sort of tale about Trump, that person has been living in a cave on the moon. Or maybe on Pluto.
People trying to harm Trump through these reports are handicapped by the fact that most of the public is fully inoculated against caring or being surprised. If it were my husband of course I would care. But the American public isn’t in a marital relationship with Trump. The days when we expected sexual morality and fidelity from our presidents, or the appearance of it, are long gone.
At least—unlike a lot of people, particularly in the press—I’ve been consistent in my position about politicians and extramarital sex. The press certainly hasn’t been consistent, nor have a lot of political partisans. Now the Democrats are dumping Bill Clinton, but that’s only because he and Hillary are very yesterday and have fulfilled their purpose, and dumping him might help them electorally and bolster their self-righteous pose of sincerity.



