She has the perfect proportions—five feet eleven, 125 pounds—and great boobs, which is no trivial matter. He appreciates Melania’s restraint when it comes to Shopping While Trump.
Stern once asked Trump what he would do if Melania were in a terrible car accident, God forbid, and lost the use of her left arm, developed an oozing red splotch near her eye, and mangled her left foot. “She’s never taken advantage of that situation, okay, as many women would have, frankly,” he has said.
“Or, you could support Ted Cruz on Tuesday.”Trump shot back in a cryptic, menacing message that he would “spill the beans” on Heidi Cruz and then re-tweeted two photos, side by side: one, a mid-sentence Heidi, looking like a gargoyle; another, a bronzed, blue-eyed Melania, looking like a fox.
“The images are worth a thousand words,” the caption read, though Trump’s tweet itself was really communicating only four: “My wife is hotter.”It’s easy to think America has changed a lot since Hillary Rodham Clinton was chastised in the early ’90s for her ambition as First Lady—refusing to sit at home and make cookies.
And you can think, as Melania Trump says she does, that it’s no huge deal, really. “It’s all business now; it’s nothing personal.”Of course, Melania had the foresight to imagine that politics would bring chaos.
Donald’s first wife, Ivana, may have wanted Trump to be president, but Melania, his third, was never hot on the idea.
There she was, relaxing at “#home #NYC” on a Thursday night, in a room that looked like a fevered baroque dream.
In one of her last posts—right before somebody deemed it advisable to slam shut this opulent little window on her life—she snapped a parting selfie in a gold-mirrored bathroom. I’m off to my #summer residence.”While Melania enjoys the services of a chef and an assistant, there’s no nanny raising their son, Barron. “We know our roles,” Melania once told Parenting.com, referring to the division of labor with her husband.How does a shy ex-model make her way from Slovenia to, just maybe, the White House?To Melania Trump—and to the people who know her back home—her journey to marrying The Donald is like a fairy tale, or a too-crazy-to-believe rom-com. Once upon a time, a man could marry his Slovenian sweetheart, invite Bill and Hillary Clinton to the lavish wedding, and only the society pages would bother with it.This image of a retiring homebody, of course, is not the one that Trump’s enemies present when they conjure her in the White House.Ahead of Utah’s primary, allies of Ted Cruz posted a photo from a shoot for a 2000 issue of British in which a naked Melania is lying on her stomach on a white bearskin rug. Your next First Lady,” read the ad, aimed at conservative Mormon voters.(“I prefer quality over quantity,” Melania tells me.) Donald does his part to make things work, too.