I came across this the other day, and have to admit that I found it really interesting. It was an article entitled “Fairytale Prisoner by Choice: The Photographic Eye of Melania Trump,” and it was an attempt to gain a little bit of psychological insight by observing what the photographs that Melania Trump posts on Twitter. Or specifically, the 470 photos she posted in the three-year period between June 3, 2012 and June 11, 2015.
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What was so interesting is how many pictures were from behind her husband and even her son.
How many pictures were of the same space, just in different weather and different parts of the day.
How many pictures were taken from inside of cars.
How many were taken from up high of scenes down below.
I’m sure Melania Trump never expected to become the First Lady of the United States. I think she’s smart enough to know that she was signing up to be a Trophy Wife, and she clearly was willing to make that bargain.
I posted something about this on Facebook and it was interesting to see some of the comments. They included comments like:
- A) who cares? and b) utter speculation of the state of mind of a questionable human
- My thought is that she is now a higher priced hooker.
On the other hand, other friends wrote:
- I really hope no one judges my marriage, life choices, and emotional well-being by the photos I take.
- I thought this was a very interesting spin on pics, seen as a body of work that tell us something about the one taking the pic. It is kind of obvious now, but I had not thought about it before. She seems very lonely.
Ah yes, she does seem very lonely. Fuastian bargain, that’s what she made. Like many of my friends, I seem to reflect the bifurcated feelings: I feel sorry for her and I don’t feel sorry for her. She married the Obergropenführer, so that’s entirely on her. Still, I doubt that she really understood what she was getting in to.
I hope she has some kind of epiphany some day. It can’t be much fun for her to watch her husband screw up everything he touches. But then, we’re all getting tired of so much winning, aren’t we?
