History 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.