Kathy Griffin—Legendary Comedian
I had the opportunity to tell Hillary Clinton recently, “My whole life, I’ve just assumed there would be a female president. And I knew she would have to work harder and jump higher. But God, Hil.” (I called her Hil, which was rude, but I was trying to be funny.) I said, “God, Hil, I didn’t think it would take this long!” And yes, it’s personal. I certainly identify with a woman who is a real woman, not, you know, a governor of Alaska for five minutes who’s hot and who Bill O’Reilly wants to bang. I’ve watched Hillary getting beat down by D.C. in the same way I get knocked down by Hollywood. And of course, I’ve been watching how she picks herself up by, as my friend Cher would say, “her big girl thong.”
Watching the discourse that’s happening now with Trump, you can’t even believe that Hillary and Obama were supposedly “fighting each other.” Because, even in their most heated debates, nobody was saying, “Mexicans are rapists.” You look at today’s landscape and you go, “How did we get here? Hillary, make it better!” And as someone who has done comedy in Iraq and Afghanistan, as well as around the world, I admire anyone who goes around the world listening and learning. It’s something Trump obviously isn’t capable of unless he’s golfing in Scotland and hitting on his daughter. (Allegedly!) I also love that she’s running now at this time in her life, because she’s so qualified, even Obama has to go, “More qualified than me, more qualified than Bill.” She’s so badass and smart and has dealt with so many situations—she can really handle anything. I have been ride or die with Hillary since ’92. So I’m super, super excited. Trust me, if and when she wins, I’m going to be sobbing like Oprah did on the shoulder of that random man after Obama won. I am just gonna pick a random woman who maybe has on a nice pant suit, and cry on her shoulder, like Oprah did.
This article originally appeared in the October/November 2016 print edition of BUST Magazine. Subscribe today!