The following story, brought to my attention by readers, demonstrates the Heartiste maxim that five minutes of Alpha is worth a lifetime of beta in the young woman’s libidinal calculus:
There is no husband, as she dreamed of, no boyfriend, and no children, despite saying that she was ‘romantic at heart’ and that getting married and having kids was ‘the most important thing to me.’
After numerous failed attempts to reinvent herself professionally, there is no sign of a successful career either.
MailOnline has learned that as she also continues her struggle with her weight, Monica now lives with her mother. She has moved out of the expensive apartment she rented for nearly a decade in the exclusive Archive building in Greenwich Village – where properties can cost up to $7,450-a-month for a one-bedroom apartment – and divides her time between New York and Los Angeles.
When she stays in New York, she lives with her mother Marcia Straus, who owns a penthouse in the city.
It also seems that she has regained the 31 pounds she once lost on the Jenny Craig diet program.
She was famously axed from the company just three months after signing up to a $1 million deal to be a spokeswoman, following criticism that she was not a good role model.
One told MailOnline: ‘I think, if she had her dream, she would have lost 30 pounds, found a boy, moved to Westchester County, and had a family.’
As well as the heartbreak she suffered after her relationship with President Clinton, Monica also plans to detail the pain of ending a pregnancy at the height of her liaison with the president, the source said.
She was carrying a child fathered by a Pentagon employee called ‘Thomas’, she revealed in an earlier biography written by Andrew Morton. ‘That void has never been filled,’ said the friend.
During her grand jury testimony against President Clinton in 1998, an immunity deal prevented her from exposing intimate details about their affair in the Morton expose that came out that year.
But that agreement expired in 2001, and when President Clinton published his autobiography My Life three years later, Monica felt betrayed by him all over again,’ said the source.
If you think about it, during her 20s Monica was living the feminist dream. She was having sex with multiple powerful men, aborting the results, and working in the midst of the most powerful institution on earth. What more could a young, empowered woman ask for?
Years down the line, things aren’t looking so good. She’s almost 40, seriously overweight, with no man or baby in sight.
Some feminists might say that these women are living the lives they want, but obviously this isn’t true in Monica’s case. She did want to get married and have a baby, but what man would want to marry her after she’d slept with the most powerful, charismatic man on earth?
Men instinctively avoid women they know will see them as a lesser man than past lovers. This is one of the reasons virgins have been almost universally preferred as wives throughout the history of civilization. The psychological impact of your wife having had sex with the President of the USA must be pretty profound. I can’t imagine many men would want to sign up for that.
And then, of course, what man could replace Bill Clinton in Monica’s heart? Having been intimate with a man who commanded the utmost heights of global power, had his own private jet and the best security service on earth, and was the commander in chief of the US armed forces, how could another man compare?
It shouldn’t be surprising at all that Monica is single. Nor should it be surprising that she is apparently not too happy with life, and can’t keep her weight down.
Yet this is exactly the life course that feminists prescribe to young women: a few glorious years of sexual abandon with powerful men, and then a lifetime of dissatisfaction. What a terribly empty and desultory goal. Will women ever wake up and get a clue, or will they keep on reading “Fifty Shades” type books in the hopes that they may still have hope to relive those glory days? Unfortunately, I’d probably have to put my money on the latter.