I’ve decided to start my journalism career in a place fitting of the times. While my coffee brews I’m sitting at my kitchen table, which hasn’t been washed in weeks. There’s a hot sauce stain right above the book I’m writing in and ironically the table is covered in salt from the fast food I’ve had a few nights before. Yes, like my apartment the political world is in squalor and a fair amount of people are salty about it. One of many current crises is that the president allegedly had an affair with one Stormy Daniels. If you’re both unaware of the situation and think that sounds like a porn name then you’re living under a rock and that’s because it is a porn name. That’s right, the president of the United States allegedly had an affair with a porn star.
I asked my mother what she thought of the situation and she said two things: 1, “I absolutely believe her” and 2. “She’s a whore”. Thanks Mom! I’m mostly
interested in the metaphysical nature of the second aspect if the situation. Why
would my liberal mother call Stormy Daniels a whore? What even is a whore? Why is it so delightful to imagine the president whoring it up despite how disturbing it is? Why is there salt on my table? Now in order, except for the salt question: That in many people’s opinion Stormy Daniels has engaged in whore-like behavior, and specifically that is sleeping with someone merely for professional gain, in this case for the incredible prize of guest staring on The Celebrity Apprentice. It’s not obvious to me that this is a terribly bad thing but I do find it revolting that Mr. Trump has used his position of power to get women to have sex with him.
But there is this comedic delight that of course Trump would do this. We knew he was like this. Come on! He’s a graceless buffoon. And the schadenfreude we feel from his embarrassment makes me beam with delight. To be honest we probably shouldn’t care about this politically, even if it is disturbingly delightful. If only there was a way to describe the times we live in. Oh right. Squalor.
