Hillary: I Am Woman, When It Suits Me

Hillary is confused. One day, she's a soft-spoken, teary-eyed kitten and the next a sturdy, unbreakable lioness. Which is it, Hill?

It was reported that the Hill recently pulled out of a photo shoot and a sitdown with Vogue because she feared appearing too feminine.

It's Vogue, Hilary! Not Men's Health! What did you expect? Flannel overalls and a hammer?

I guess she was too busy to watch "The Devil Wears Prada?," the movie rumored to portray the fire-breathing Anna Wintour, who is someone with which not to cross. And she was none too happy when Mrs. Clinton refused to indulge Vogue with her manly-womanly presence.

The reason I say Hillary is confused is this: She can't run a presidential campaign without her man. She desperately tries to come across as secure in her manliness by wearing unflattering, tapered pants and getting into a tete-a-tete with Obama every chance she gets. And then when she losing footing in the race, she cries! And it's evident that she lets Bill do all the heavy lifting while she lays by the pool soaking up some sun.

And while Billy boy trumps around the nation inserting his foot into his mouth, he's simply stating all the inaccurate declarations his wife is simply not man enough to say. Don't get me wrong. I am not saying that women should be classified as emotional creatures who can't stand on their own feet, but Clinton is playing both ends. I'm just getting tired figuring out which Hillary she is that day.

I do have to admit, that due to her gender, she can pull off the dual roles. But tread carefully, Hill, so you don't appear to be just a flaky blonde.