It infuriates me that that carpetbagger bitch would be so ensconced in a Manhattan institution - with the glee of my fellow idiot NYers.
Spouse is of the professional opinion (not distance psychiatry)- an excellent judge of the real person—that hillary has been treading on the edge of sanity since the college photos with bottle bottom glasses. A wallflower nobody whose dad sold drapery (nothing wrong with that, until one gets to Wellesley, and they tell the young girls they are superior to all others— ivy league disease, really academia).
So, she finds a “SINO” (allegedly Southern, but her lack of experience to guide her away from a true trailer trash sociopath stoner low rent “southerner”, who is also a rapist), marries him and hangs around for the power, made more nuts by the day and pissed off she doesn’t have it. Finds he’s sterile from measles and screws a law partner to have Chelsea (she of similar liver lips to Webb Hubbell. Then becomes the year of the woman and now of the “supporter bisshes of activist bisshes”. Literally falling apart, unable to be self-aware other than as a promotional item. Spouse’s analysis. But then, old school Southern.... “bless her heart” (not).