I remember her type from my Poli Sci classes at IU in the late 1970s. The female grad students wearing their combat fatigue pants, all about being “down with the struggle” and manning the barricades with the oppressed workers...
...and we’ll talk about it some more over some expresso....
They were a joke; nobody was going to hire them for a real job. Now the joke’s on us. One of them could become president. One of them already is.
Her weather vane is set on well-greased bearings.