And one during the interminable Benghazi hearing.

Listen, girl. I’ve been there. When I had to deliver my closing argument in seventh grade social studies (I was the lawyer arguing for a girl’s right to wear a hijab in my class’ mock trial, so the stakes were there), I was whacked with the same humiliating ailment, and had to say my speech in tiny little word bursts with tears streaming down my face. So, I don’t even care that she keeps coughing. I just want her to be happy and healthy, you know? I’m just amazed that she’s been able to continue her run of public speaking after that first terrifying spell of the cough.

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