Posted on 05/17/2016 11:02:36 AM PDT by winoneforthegipper
Once given the all clear, I take the elevator to the 25th floor, where a longtime Trump employee escorts me to a second elevator that rockets us to the 66th floor, where a Secret Service agent awaits. It’s on that floor that finally, behind a hulking gold door, the woman I’m here to meet appears, a picture of repose. Melania Trump, 46, is dressed in a black Chanel coat, slim black pants by The Row and Louboutin heels. A 25-carat diamond ring, an anniversary present from her husband, weighs down one hand. Her much-discussed squint—like a fox caught in headlights—is less prominent in person; otherwise she looks just as you’d imagine. Camera-ready, not a hair out of place. Fiji and Pellegrino water on the coffee table. “Come sit,” she purrs.
This woman is a few months, and swing states, away from becoming our next first lady, but very little is known about her. Magazine profiles inevitably trot out the same recycled anecdotes. For example, when she and Donald met for the first time—at a party in 1998—Melania famously refused to give out her phone number. A year later Donald flirted with running for president, and a reporter asked Melania what kind of first lady she’d be. Without giving it much thought she announced: “I would be very traditional, like Betty Ford or Jackie Kennedy.”
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Wow, talk about a slap down to her son's friends' moms. She seems to look down on the little people, the average voter who will get her into the WH which she, again, seems to be above living in. That knocked her down several points, imo. OTOH, she'd fumigate the white hut of every last stain of the Obama trash and what she says on illegals better than doubled the points.
“But they can’t just sneak in and be here. That’s what I’m saying. I do have sympathy. I’m a very compassionate person. But don’t sneak in and stay here without papers. We need to follow the law.
What, you’d miss those panty lines and shadows of man parts in tight dresses?
Sometimes it's difficult to tell the difference between a mule, a donkey, an ass and a horses ass.
A lovely read.....enjoyable
Among countless others, most probably, I'm gobsmacked by your professional observation.
being forced to make awkward small talk with the other moms and nannies as they wait outside for the kids. “I get along,” she says, sincerely. “[With] the moms at the school pick-up, it’s ‘Hello, how are you?’ But it’s not friends friends. I like quality over quantity.”
I think this describes most school pick-ups. Small talk. I don’t recall it being a place to pick-up new ‘friends’. Most people already have those by the time their children are in school.
Really? Some of my best friends are moms I met at the pick up line and afterschool activities. Still are now that the kids are grown.
FLOTUS
I hope so!
Thank you for your kind words.
I will look forward to more of your observations in the future.
;)
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