I’m not ashamed to be appalled by this sleazy saga. Nor am I ashamed to lay blame squarely at the president’s feet. Yes, I am judging, as I wonder whether anyone is taught anything anymore about proper conduct. As I write, I can hear one of my father’s frequent refrains: “Catalina, if you lie down with dogs, you get up with fleas” — his usually not-so-subtle way of suggesting that the boy I was currently excited about was not up to family standards.

This president’s behavior is not up to the standards we have a right to expect from the man or woman we elect to lead the nation. This is the shame and the travesty Trump has perpetrated upon the office he holds. Who cares about Stephanie Clifford, really? She’s a self-professed business executive who never walks away from money, according to a lengthy New York Times profile. She said she had sex with the future president, basically because she had gone to his hotel room with him and, well, who is she to say, “No”? She also said she’s not a victim, so don’t look for her on the #MeToo roster.