In case you missed it, earlier this morning Donald Trump took to Twitter to refer to Stormy Daniels as “Horseface.”
Now, I’m not normally a fan of getting into the trivial. But in case you’re unaware, this is what Stormy Daniels looks like.
And this is what Donald Trump looks like.
And, to be clear, I’m not saying Stormy Daniels is particularly pretty or particularly ugly or particularly anything. Hell, that’s utterly insignificant. But what I am saying—and what I routinely think when these matters arise—is Donald Trump should be last person on earth to judge people based upon physical appearances. First, because … I mean, fuck. His straw-like hair is glued to the side of his skull. His doughy skin is painted neon orange. His pores are the size of manhole covers, his ears are preposterously low and his eyebrows look like untrimmed shrubs. Oh, and his chin is his neck and his neck is his chin.
But second, because he’s THE FRIGGIN’ PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES. And that’s supposed to matter. It’s a position that, before 2016, called for people to rise above. To present themselves as the leader of a nation. To act with dignity, class, decency, compassion, empathy, understanding.
There was a time, oh, five years ago, when Barack Obama was ripped for wearing a beige suit. For. Wearing. A. Beige. Suit. And now, in the blink of a lid, the president is ridiculing women for their appearances.
I don’t understand how this has happened.
But I need it to end.