Ivanka Trump has become an ironic internet Carmen Sandiego. She’s popped up in The Last Supper, at the Yalta Conference alongside Winston Churchill, in the opening credits of Friends, on the Abbey Road album cover, on Mount Rushmore. Sometimes, like when she’s photobombing Dust Bowl migrants, she’s flashing a big cheesy grin. Other times, like at President Lyndon B. Johnson’s swearing in, she’s more of a pensive onlooker. She is always amusing, always awkward—and always unwanted.