My aunt is Hillary Clinton doesn't mean Hillary Clinton is my aunt.
It wasn't until my aunt was telling me about her day on Sunday that I realized she was Hillary Clinton. Two young kids came to our restaurant and when they went up to the register with their mom, they told their mom that my aunt looked like Hillary Clinton.
She's been wearing her hair like this for as long as I can remember. Blonde, perfectly coiffed, falls just below the chin. But if my math is correct,* around half of white women above the age of 60 wear their hair in a similar style - so are all of these women Hillary Clinton too? Even the ones who didn't vote for her? Ehhh!!
After she finished work my aunt came over my house to say hi to me and my grandma; a woman who has only actually worn pants (they were sweatpants) once and wears gray hair in a bun. We we can induce that she is not Hillary Clinton.
My grandma does, however, like to joke about how much my aunt looks like Angela Merkel who is sort of the German version of HRC. That's even more evidence of my aunt being Hillary Clinton.
My aunt is also a very smart and strong lady. She doesn't take anyone's shit and she's really good at bargaining as well as accidentally intimidating people. Sometimes people are scared of her - well the demographic of those people is basically limited to anyone between the ages of 13 to 18 - because she does not appreciate it when when a bunch of teenagers order one plate of fries and try to split the check amongst 10 people. People's shit = not taken by her. Bam, she's Hillary Clinton.
*we no longer hold adjectives to the same standards after Trump's election. So correct = I'm entitled to my opinion!!!