There was the usual widespread mirth over President Trump’s “hair-situation”, as footage appeared of him being buffeted by cruelly revealing high winds as he boarded Air Force One. Cue gags: was that Desert Storm rebooting on his head? How about a monarchy-based pun – about the “hair non-apparent”?
Many have mocked Trump’s appearance. (I’m as guilty as anybody; see above.) And, to an extent, what of it? Female politicians get rated and slated all the time.
Anyway, most of the time, this kind of thing is just gallows humour: acting as a kind of global stress ball for people collectively to squeeze at those times when they’re overwhelmed by sickening realities, such as, say, Donald Trump being president.
One could also make a case for the unapologetically sexist Donald, the presidential pussy-grabber himself, getting a taste of his own judgmental medicine.
Still, maybe not the hair. Why relentlessly attack Trump for something he can’t help, rather than all the stupid, ugly, vicious, self-serving stuff he does on purpose? Some people might say – if it were anyone else, Trump would be the first to put the boot in. Precisely.
