She came close to crying recently. Made my day.
I sometimes have the fantasy of approaching Huma Abedin as a scout for Playboy Magazine and offering her a cover and foldout deal with the publication. I'm more curious about her possible response to such a proposition. Perhaps she would cast a voodoo hex on me, or a curse, or turn to a handy Muslim djab or imam to issue a fatwa. Or perhaps she'd just slap my face and sic the Secret Service goons on me. I've never seen her in a bathing suit, so I'm not sure about her figure. Perhaps she isn't Dallas Cheerleader material.
But she certainly is a fashion plate - unlike her boss, that aging Goodyear blimp in pantsuits - and apparently a well-paid one, at that. Huma is always expertly groomed, she looks like she lives comfortably in the nicest, safest neighborhoods, and possesses some poise, almost as much poise as Queen Noor of Jordan (Lisa Halaby) and that regal fox, Queen Rania, wife of King Abdullah.
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