Three very different women

   Subject: Three very different women

Aside from all the testosterone on display yesterday at the inauguration of the US President there were three very distinct women who played or will play an important role in the affairs of state.

 The ice maiden from Slovenia, Melana Trump. Barrack Obama's wife Michele and Hillary Clinton. There couldn't have been three more different people on show. 

The slim stately model, unsmiling not totally sure of herself but like being on the cat walk she performed with econometric precision the part assumed for her. Michele Obama a more matronly figure secure in her persona confident in her future with the man she loves and who so clearly loves her back. And Hillary still smarting from having secured more votes but defeated by the caucus system she put a brave face on it as the only one of the trio who had taken on the men and so very nearly won.


They came to their positions from very different routes. 

Melana, the traditional route, being beautiful she played the feminine role and seduced
(I know it's a two way street) her way into Trumps affections. Having grown up on the wrong side of the track in a small town in Slovenia she plied her main asset, her looks to find a route into prosperity but I am sure even she had not thought of rising to be First Lady of the most powerful nation on Earth.

Michele Obama had no need for good looks, although she is very feminine in a matriarchal sort of way, she was securing herself a future in her own right when she met Barrack and suppressed her own opportunities for his. She clearly has heaps of charisma as well as talent as has been seen in her personal forays into women's emancipation and instilling the cause in young women.


Hillary Clinton by far the oldest has been on a route which would have daunted most men. A successful career women she married a charismatic man who whilst rising to the top of his profession and becoming President committed the golden sin of getting caught with a member of staff in a compromising position. She then faced the humiliation of the world and its dog knowing that her husband had been unfaithful.

Her decision to stick by him and, after his star had waned, embark on a political career of her own rising to the second most actively powerful job in the administration, Secretary of State, she opted to apply herself for the top job.
Perhaps through the vicissitudes of her political experience she had become over politicised her actions and her performance in front of a crowd laid claim to being insincere and robotic.

Of the three she had come closest to taking the men on, closest to power, closest to being the first woman President. And yet it was the American women who rejected her who felt she couldn't be trusted and as she kept a brave face in surroundings which could have been so different, one had to feel sorry for her as she acted out the final act of what to most would have been a glittering career but to her rested on deep failure. After all she won more votes than the antithesis of all she stood for, who's hand is, as we write banishing all the work that Obama and Hillary had, with such opposition and difficulty cobbled together over eight tumulus years in office. The bile must be bitter and her husband Bill could hardly bear to be there as he looked on, grim faced at all the back slapping around him. Perhaps he more than her felt the anger on her behalf having been the cause of so much of her pain earlier.