Melania Hates Trump’s Dancing Too
One unforeseen side effect of witnessing the glacial-paced ego death of our 250-year-old republic is the pleasure/curse of examining the little thoughts that escape what remains of the president’s frontal lobe. Some days it’s as innocuous as “everything is computer,” and other days it’s threatening to destroy a civilization, which makes waking up every morning a fun gamble!
This weekend was no different, as Trump traveled to Florida to speak at a rally ahead of the midterms, reminding his base that the Big Beautiful Bill was actually great, and continuing to sell the narrative that we are living in the “Golden Age of America.” The Villages is the largest retirement community in the U.S, so it’s safe to say Trump was amongst his people. During one tangent, the president trailed off about how the First Lady is not a fan of his dancing or his favorite rally song, the Village People’s 1978 hit “Y.M.C.A.”
“She hates when I dance, too.” Trump said, “She hates when I dance to what is sometimes referred to as the gay national anthem. She hates it.” This just in: Melania Trump HATES the gay national anthem. What’s the problem, Melania? You got a problem with gay people? Or do you just hate your husband’s dancing? (Or just your husband?)
“We love that song,” he said. “But she goes, ‘Darling, please.’ You know, she’s a very elegant woman. She goes, ‘Darling, please, don’t dance. It’s not presidential.'” Good to know that at least one person close to him is telling him to act more like a leader and less like a canceled comic, even though the message isn’t getting through.
Like any problematic grandparent, not every last thought rattling around up there deserves our attention—but still, I can’t help but want to psychologically examine this. Because speaking of the “gay national anthem”, another unforeseen side effect of having a near-constant microphone on Trump is his tendency to flatter (or flirt with) men. After telling 60 Minutes about the shooting at the White House Correspondents’ Dinner, Trump said, “I also saw a lot of very strong, physically strong, really attractive law enforcement people come through those doors, and frankly, it made me feel very safe, very, very safe.” He also flirted with a fighter at a recent UFC event, saying, “You’re a beautiful guy. You could be a model, you look so good.” Perhaps he spent so long wiring his neural pathways against women that the only thing left is the muscle memory to praise men and bomb shit.
“Our country is hot again,” Trump told the crowd at the rally. “We have a great country again. …This is the golden age of America.” As I watched the president perform that stupid fisting dance in front of a giant banner reading “Golden Years,” I found myself praying (or rather begging), please, do not let these be the golden years.
Maybe in another golden age, we will arrive back at the point when the “Y.M.C.A.” is just another song played in between innings, and not a dog whistle for MAGA.