Most women know what it’s like to be approached by a guy like Donald Trump. He’s that guy you spot coming at you from across the party with hands extended and eyes emblazoned by a voracious glare. Certainly, his mouth is open a bit, and there’s a drop of predator drool at one edge. To him, you are not a woman, but an assemblage of body parts—mouth, ass, breasts.
At the moment of his approach, he thinks he’s cute. He thinks he’s charming, and that his hands are above average size. You’re just another thing he wants to get his little mitts around on his way to his Nobel Peace Prize.
The relentlessness and predictability of Trump’s assaults on women is the focus of All The President’s Women: Donald Trump and the Making of a Predator, published this week by Hachette.