There’s obviously no end to the list of dumb things Donald Trump is capable of saying. He’s an endless wellspring of arrogance and stupidity. And given some of the bumbling insanity that has issued forth from his mouth of late, his latest verbal turd seems hardly worth mentioning, much less discussing. But alas . . .
Apparently Trump was pontificating to the New York Times about the fading glory of super models when he mused: “Heidi Klum. Sadly, she’s no longer a 10.”
For those of you who don’t know or care, Heidi Klum is a 42 year old German model who was really big in the vacuous world of fashion back in the 1990s. Victoria’s Secret, Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue, the whole nine yards.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I realize that the guys hanging out at the construction site, the kind where I grew up working, or the guys in the mechanic’s shop, or the guys in the bro, yo bro white collar world (in other words, most men), constantly assess women in this manner. And I even realize that almost every sexual human being, male or female, makes sexual assessments of other human beings, well, a lot.
That’s part of what it means to be a sexual human being. You look at someone who fits your general outline for a potential sexual partner, and then think to yourself: hot or not hot?
I mean, I guess priests and nuns and other celibates maybe lie to themselves about it or whatever, but the rest of us do it. We’re animals. Literally.
It’s just that as human animals, with complex cultures, societies and languages, we understand that there are lines of decorum and boundaries of respect.
I don’t walk up to random women on the street and make verbal declarations on their “hotness.” Some guys do do that, of course. But the general consensus, at least in modern American society and culture, is that it’s an asshole, douche bag thing to do, whether in the form of words or whistles.
So is it too much to ask that a man who wants to be leader of the free world not run around publicly saying shit like: Dude, check it out, that bitch ain’t as hot as she used to be.
Yes. Apparently it is too much to ask. And while I’m tempted to blame the downhill slide on presidential candidate Bill Clinton going on The Arsenio Hall Show in 1992 and playing saxophone, badly, while wearing cheap, wannabe cool sunglasses a la Tom Cruise in Risky Business, I’ll compose myself and just dump this on Herr Trump being a total and utter piece of shit, which he so obviously is.
Sorry, that wasn’t very professorial of me. I promise to get more professorial when talking about Trump the minute I believe he has a snowball’s chance in hell of capturing the GOP nomination, thereby allowing him to transcend being anything other than gaseous sideshow. But until then, my official line on him is simply that he’s a total and utter piece of shit, which, again, he so obviously is.
Anyway, the reason I decided to take to the web waves on this one isn’t because of Trump’s utter and obvious shittiness. It’s because of Heidi Klum’s response to his utter and obvious shittiness
And how, pray-tell, did Ms. Klum parry Messr. Trump? Did she call him out for being a vapid sexist? Did she play the old I-won’t-dignify-that-with-a-response number? Did she take the high road?
No. She took the ssssexy road.
Klum posted a video of herself wearing a shirt that sports the no. 10. Then a guy in a Trump mask rips off the 10, revealing the number underneath: 9.99.
Oh my god! That’s so back atcha!
Here, see for yourself.
At the end of the film is a hashtag: #HeidiTrumpsTrump. Go check it out for the predictable plaudits from Klum supporters. It’s über depressing and can be fairly summed up as a parade of people earnestly shouting: “She is too a 10!”
So apparently, what you’ve got is a presidential would-be who only thinks of women as sex objects that occasionally bleed out of their “whatevers,” and a woman who’s made a fortune pimping herself out to major corporations as a sex object, and the two of them publicly sparring about how hot she still is.
Remember all those dystopian movies you’ve seen and books you’ve read where citizens of the future are anesthetized by an end
less stream of shallow entertainment that floods them from every conceivable quarter, rendering them oblivious to the hideous power structure that continues siphoning off wealth for the elite?
Yeah. This is pretty much it.