That horrible, horrible media is pretending otherwise:
Where is the press uttering such awful lies? Well, Anna Holmes started it in her 2011 Washington Post article, then Franklin Foer brought up the same issues a few days ago at Slate, and now Buzz Feed has joined in by quoting out of Donald Trump's own book about his views on women:
Later in the chapter, Trump discusses telling a friend who said his wife said he was “working too hard and too long and wasn’t devoting enough time or energy to her” to divorce his wife.See how they do it? That quote was clearly taken out of context! The woman was a ball-breaker, walking around carrying a giant hammer, ready to smash the testicles of her husband into small grains and then feeding those to him in his breakfast porridge. This is about proper masculinity, friends and admirers*, not about disliking women. If a man can't expect an obedient wife at home, what can he expect?
“If he doesn’t lose the ballbreaker, his career will go nowhere,” Trump wrote.
Duh. Donald Trump loves women. He loved them in 1991 when he told us:
“You know, it doesn’t really matter what [the media] write as long as you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of [expletive],”...
He told the journalist Timothy L. O’Brien, “My favorite part [of the movie Pulp Fiction] is when Sam has his gun out in the diner and he tells the guy to tell his girlfriend to shut up. Tell that bitch to be cool. Say: ‘Bitch be cool.’ I love those lines.” Or as he elegantly summed up his view to New York magazine in the early ’90s, “Women, you have to treat them like shit.”Well, perhaps that last quote isn't strong support for my argument. But mostly the Donald loves women.
He loves them the way I love risotto with mushrooms and truffle oil: Tasty, hot and ready to be eaten.
He loves them the way I love a beautiful painting or sculpture: For their beauty, for their pristine appeal and for their availability to his gaze.
And of course if that is his love for women, ugly women hurt him viscerally, older women hurt him, women who are not tasty, hot, ready to be eaten (but never sampled before!) and beautiful: all those hurt him. That doesn't mean that he wouldn't love women! Even I don't love stale risotto or risotto which suddenly walks away and has a vote. Have some empathy, people!
Want more proof that the Donald adores women? He's had three wives so far. He can't get enough of women! He thinks his daughter has a good figure and that he might date her if she wasn't his daughter. Notice the eye of the connoisseur there?
Sure, there's a slight locker-room smell in some of his utterances, such as talking about how much pussy he has had. But let's be honest: Haven't we all been there when we were thirteen and sprouting the first inconvenient beard hairs and a few zits, while our voices went from soprano to baritone and back?**
No. This guy loves women. He wants many, many helpings of women, with cream sauce. Isn't that real love?
* Admirers are added, because that's one thing I should learn from teh Donald: Blow your own trumpet, whether between your legs and up on top, under that famous hair.
** No, we haven't all been there. But remember that I'm writing the way teh Donald would, and to the audience he visualizes.