A couple of months ago I sat behind Ivanka Trump on a flight from Newark to Hong Kong.
At the time, I didn't realize that the tallish blonde person in front of me was the daughter of The Donald. She seemed nice enough, pretty smart, a little chatty on the cellphone while we waited to depart, though no more so than the average contemporary flyer. I remember guessing that she either worked in finance or was a kind of high-end real-estate lady.
I only discovered her celebrity identity a day or so later. Click here for the continuing saga!