Do blonds really have more fun?
The Donald Trump signature is talking tough. Through sheer blustery, he promised a wall. With befuddled braggadocio he was going to ban Muslims from the US. According to the grand deal maker, America would again haggle their position on greenhouse emissions, because he stands for Pittsburgh not the Paris Accords. He’s all about the betterment of Uncle Sam and the world better not get in the way.
Tiresome rhetoric with a curious side effect.
Juxtaposed against this ignoramus, is the perpetually shimmering and ever more temperate First Daughter Ivanka. Increasingly billed as a moderating factor, she’s the calm to his cockamamie ideals, the collected to his erratic tweeting. She’s the precocious yang to his dim witted yin. But while she’s impeccably groomed for daytime talkshows and G20 meetings alike, she’s discovering it takes more than social graces to counter the sharp end of a query like, “Why are you here?”
At a summit on female entrepreneurship featuring German Chancellor Angela Merkel and managing director of the IMF, Christine Lagarde, a moderator remarked the German audience was not familiar with the role of a First Daughter – which conglomerate did she represent? The US, her father’s, or her own? Ivanka said the parameters weren’t yet clear, but rest assured she’s learning on the job and ready to promote girl power all around. Recently she’s sat in on another meeting with British PM Theresa May, Chinese and Turkish presidents Xi Jinping and Recep Erdogan. Top level talks between qualified and elected individuals of which Ivanka, former model, immaculate socialite and purveyor of fine female work wear, is neither.
What she is in effect, is one of the highest ranking women in the Trump administration, now being run as a monarchy instead of a republic. Picture the outrage had Malia or Chelsea hobnobbed with world leaders in their warped capacity as unpaid special adviser to the president. At least Chelsea went to Oxford and earned an MPhil in International Relations.
Donald Trump is of course all overpraises, saying, “If she weren’t my daughter it would be so much easier for her. That might be the only bad thing she has going, if you want to know the truth,” completely missing the point that she’s traipsing around the Oval office precisely because she is his proudest product.
It’s the same theme that’s fueling hate for Ivanka’s self-help book, ‘Women Who Work’, that offers nothing new or personal about her struggles and working relationship with the White House. Instead she motivates with antiquated ditties that women can have it all if they worked passionately, proactively and productively. At our sister magazine Prestige, where colleagues regularly conduct arid interviews with well-off, well-connected captains of industry, no one ever says life is so full of opportunity because of the cash they were born into. Similarly, had she been born Ivanka Smith or Williams or Miller, the top three most common Pennsylvanian surnames, things would have been different.
Still, no one faults her for playing her hand well. Enhanced by the poise, elegance and discipline her father lacks, plus that perfect tan, blond mane and traditional family values America adores, how long before she’s commander in chief of the world’s most powerful nation? And you thought we were up in arms for the apparent nepotism.