Miss Piggy isn’t the problem.
Even if Donald Trump did call a former Miss Universe by that name, and there’s no independent corroboration that he did, boorish behavior isn’t sexist; it’s just boorish. What’s sexist is isolating gender from everything else that comprises a woman—intelligence, character, education, experience—and using it as a tool.
The obvious use of said tool is to discriminate against women in the workplace or to prevent them from accessing corridors of power. The less obvious but more pernicious use of said tool is to project an I-am-woman-hear-me-roar solidarity with other women that lasts only as long as the tool is needed. Also known as the Hillary Clinton Two Step.
With a sexist boor, you at least know what time it is. Ignore him, take him to court, or put a bunny in his pot. With a woman who only pretends to be an ally of other women, you have no idea there’s a “Kick Me” sign on your back.
Does anyone think Miss Universe benefits from being paraded around as the poster girl for Donald Trump’s sexism? Other than the explosion of new viewers for her next porn film that is. Do you know what would really benefit Miss Piggy? Respect for her intelligence and abilities in the form of a powerful, well-paid position in the Trump organization. Just ask Kellyanne Conway or Katrina Pierson or any of the other women Trump placed in executive positions long before it was expected or demanded.
Alpha male that he is, Donald Trump submits to no one else’s agenda. Fierce competitor that he is, he exploits every advantage he can. If he has a woman campaign manager and a woman campaign spokesperson, it’s because he thinks they’re the two best people he can get. And he’s right.
The impact Kellyanne Conway is having on his bearing, his focus, and his strategy is breathtaking. She will be able to write her own ticket for the rest of her professional life. He could call her Daffy Duck, and it wouldn’t knock her from the stratosphere his confidence brought her to. Katrina Pierson likewise. The only other people to whom Trump has delegated power and authority to speak for him are family. He respects and trusts Pierson enough to put her on the level of his children. For a man who is all about power and family, family and power, that says a lot.
Hillary Clinton says all the right things but doesn’t mean a word of them. Her declaration that every survivor of sexual assault deserves to be heard, believed, and supported is window-dressing. Her vilification of the women who survived her husband’s sexual assaults—”bimbo eruptions” she called them—lays bare her actual disdain for women. Disdain that becomes mafia-like intimidation when needed.
Juanita Broaddrick alleged that Bill Clinton raped her during his 1978 gubernatorial campaign. She recalls an encounter soon after where Hillary clutched her hand like a velociraptor and thanked her for “everything” she’d done for Bill. “Everything,” emphasized Hillary in a way that scared Broaddrick half to death. Hillary’s Jedi mind trick worked; Broaddrick kept quiet about the assault for what must have been an agonizing two decades. In 2016, nearly 40 years after the assault, she said, “I was 35 years old when Bill Clinton, Ark. Attorney General raped me and Hillary tried to silence me. I am now 73….it never goes away.”
Hillary Clinton uses women as stepping stones to power and as side shows to hide behind. Her concern for ‘Miss Piggy’ will last only until she has a better shiny object for distracting us from Benghazi, her private server, 30,000 deleted emails, the Clinton Foundation, and her wild ride of coughing, seizures, falls, tumbles, heat exhaustion, and a pneumonia no one but the doctors on her payroll have ever heard of.
She promotes herself as the embodiment of feminism’s success; claims to be the Champion of Women; and responds to accusations of using the gender card by screeching, “Deal me in!” Meanwhile, she has her sorority sisters threaten Democrats of the female variety with a special place in hell if they don’t vote for her. She brags about her prowess in keeping the rapist of a 12-year-old girl out of jail. She endangers the lives of all Americans, male and female, by communicating classified information on a private server.
Personally, I’d rather have a nameplate that said “Miss Piggy” on my executive desk in my corner office at Trump Tower.
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