This is a ridiculous – RIDICULOUS – complaint, I know.
For years, YEARS, I’ve seen cute, pretty shoes – affordable and work-appropriate – that I’ve liked. And when I pick them up, I realize they’re Ivanka Trump, and I just cannot do it.
I cannot bring myself to buy a single pair of Ivanka Trump shoes. Not even these, in the coral:
I couldn’t do it even before the Donald’s Presidential run. Something about the modelling, and the ostentatious displays of wealth, the casinos, that place in Florida that advertises itself as “legendary, opulent and majestic” – something about it offended my inner Puritan so deeply, that even picking up those adorable, understated, chic flats, made me feel dirty.
I walked past a rack of them at Nordstrom with a friend last month, and confessed my distaste.
“Oh God, I know.” she said. “I have an Ivanka Trump blazer and I love it, but I cut the tags out because I never wanted anyone to know. It’s so cute for work.”
Fact: You cannot cut tags out of shoes.
“What’s even worse”, she said. “I have a Trump towel – there was a whole Trump hotel line of towels, and I bought one.”
Friend: “It’s true.”
No word of a lie – when I have been to my friend’s home, I have admired her towels. She has really nice towels – they all look like this:
Friend: “In fact, the towel you used last time, that was Trump.”
You know where that would never happen? At the Marriott. It may be run by Republicans, but not that kind of Republican.
*an aside – yesterday, I linked to an article in a publication run by Ivanka Trump’s husband. The article was good; I had an actual crisis on whether or not I should. Apologies – never again!