Hillary Clinton’s Marriage

MTE4MDAzNDEwMDU4NTc3NDIyHistory will, I suspect, laugh at our culture’s adolescent view of marriage. It’s an overly idealistic, Disneyland view of marriage, which gives rise to thoroughly unreasonable expectations (e.g., that you should be “in love” and “fulfilled” and “happy” at all times). Regardless, Hillary Clinton and her husband don’t seem to subscribe to this adolescent conception of marriage. So far as I can tell, they subscribe to an older, more grownup conception of marriage: the one our grandparents subscribed to.

They’re a team, through thick and thin. They’ve got each other’s backs, no matter what. And they invest hundreds and hundreds of hours into each other’s projects, into trying, in a very tangible way, to help each other succeed. This goes way beyond showing up for photo-ops. And if we choose to see all of those hours of support as some sort of perverse payback for sins past, or some sort of demonic ambition cult, that’s our problem. Our issue.

I’m pretty sure our farming ancestors would recognize, and approve of, whatever it is that the Clintons have got going on. Pretty sure they’d say: “That’s what marriage looks like, ya spoiled self-centered brats!”

—John Faithful Hamer, The Myth of the Fuckbuddy (2016)

p.s. When Aaron Haspel was up here in Montreal, he predicted that Bill Clinton would, at some point, publicly undermine Hillary’s election campaign. I thought he was completely full of it. Way off. And, truth be told, I was looking forward to rubbing Aaron’s face in it after the election. But it now appears that he was right. Bill just undermined his wife rather spectacularly on Charlie Rose. He could have kept this news to himself. He should have kept this to himself. But for some reason he didn’t. He may have just lost the election for her. Hillary must be livid. I know I am. What an ass! What a stupid ass! Guess I was wrong about Hillary Clinton’s marriage.

About John Faithful Hamer

John Faithful Hamer is a college professor who still can't swim, drive, or pay his bills on time. His sense of direction is notoriously unreliable, yet he'd love to tell you where to go. His lack of practical skills is astounding, and his inability to fix things is renowned, yet he'd love to tell you what to do. His mismanagement of time is legendary, as is his inability to remember appointments, yet he fancies himself a philosopher and would love to tell you how to live. He wouldn't survive in a state of nature, of that we can be sure; but he's doing quite well in the big city, which has always been a refuge for the ridiculous, a haven for the helpless, and a friend to the frivolous.

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