"she's the Eleanor Roosevelt who finally found herself in the right generation"

New York Magazine is running a cover story about Hillary in '08. Some parts of the lengthy article supplied me with new factual information:

Since serving in public office, Hillary has scrupulously positioned herself as a centrist: She sits on the Armed Services Committee; she has spoken out in favor of the death penalty; she voted for the war in Iraq, then voted unambiguously for the $87 billion extra to sustain the troops (and without Kerry's grammatical sleight of hand--she voted for it before voting for it again) ... Yet even by Senate standards, Hillary has demonstrated a stunning flair for bipartisanship. In just four years, she's managed to co-sponsor a bill with nearly every legislator who, at one time or another, professed to hate her guts.... A Reuters story from April 2003 noted she'd already sponsored bills with more than 36 Republican senators.

However, the article also contained this entirely embarassingly commentary, as though Carrie Bradshaw had started writing political analysis:

These, perhaps, are the Clintons' characterological differences in a nutshell: Bill, the bounding cocker spaniel, panting for praise and attention no matter what the hour; Hillary, the groomed Cheshire cat, shrewdly observing boundaries. Dogs often become presidents--Kennedy, Johnson, and Clinton come to mind as recent examples--in part because their desperation to please, their sensitivity to human moods, makes them ravenously hungry for public approval. (And, as we unfortunately know, also a bit prone to acting like dogs.) But can a cat become a president?

Meow.