But the News is That She Cried

"Iron my shirt!" yelled a man, who stood up in the middle of a jammed and stuffy auditorium at a high school in Salem, N.H., and held up a yellow sign with the same text. He repeated it over and over.

Mrs. Clinton asked for the lights to be turned on, and the shirt man was removed along with another man who had stood up too.

"Oh, the remnants of sexism are alive and well," Mrs. Clinton said.

When everyone had settled down a bit, she said, "As I think has just been abundantly demonstrated, I am also running to break through the highest and hardest glass ceiling."

Her words were drowned out by a cheering, now-standing crowd.

"That's one of the things I love about it," she said. "It's never predictable."
On a day when no one can stop talking what a huge, hysterical girl Hillary Clinton is, because she got choked up talking about her passion for this country and what she believes is best for it, Hillary Clinton also had to stand there while a misgynist fuckwit chanted "Iron my shirt!" at her, and then she had to laugh if off like it didn't matter, didn't affect her, didn't trip her stride in the slightest; she had to keep on doing her job in spite of some insignificant piece of shit trying to humiliate her just for being a woman, and she gracefully turned that vicious attempt to demean her into a chance to note something she "loves" about campaigning.

That, friends, is a tough fucking lady.

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