I refuse to have any pity for her whatsoever. She knows exactly to whom she’s married. Some of her close friends (frienemies?) have said that she only wants to shop, go on lunch and spa dates, and read magazines in Trump Tower. She had zero remorse for marrying that abhorrent, festering orange zit as long as he kept…

I do too, but I’m withholding any shred of give-a-fuck until and unless it actually happens.