Boehner and I belong to the same club. It’s called “cry at the drop of a hat.” That term didn’t just come out of the sky. I suffer, as he may, from overactive tear ducts. I can also be overly emotional, as he seems to be. We sincerely cannot keep the water in. I’ve thought about correcting the condition but I’ve always been wary of non-essential surgery. I thought, with my luck, something would go wrong and I’d never cry again.

I once volunteered to collect ballots at the Philadelphia Film Festival. After a showing of The Magdalena Sisters, the tears continued to run down my face as I gave 200 people a quavering “thank you.” At a casual co-worker's funeral I made a gulping cry so loud my boss jerked her head towards me. This causes some embarrassment when people wonder why I’m bawling at the passing of someone I barely know. I once thought of hiring myself out. Emotion wells up as soon as my foot hits the door - be it church or funeral home. I’ve cried though every recital, play, performance my daughter has been involved in, as well as any graduation I’ve ever attended.

I don’t think it’s always because I care too much about a situation. I never know when the emotion will hit me. It’s the same with Boehner, who was ridiculed on crying for the trillionth time. He was honoring a group of astronauts with the Congressional Gold Medal. Oh boy. I could see that doing it for me too. I’m all right now but if I was in that room. BWAAAAAAH.

The writer thinks it oh so funny when he totally loses it. They make sure you don’t miss a chuckle as they point out that “It gets pretty juicy around 3:15 — severe slurring, funny facial expressions, blinding redness, etc.” Oh yeah, make fun of the man that feels too much. And Gawker isn't alone in making fun of the man who cries too much. He cried on 60 Minutes. He cried at the unveiling of a Ronald Reagan statue in Statuary Hall. His lips quivered when he gave his first speech as House Majority Leader.

Both the LeadSpeaker and I are at an age when we really don’t give a shit what most people think. We just make sure we have a handkerchief on hand. It is what it is, as they say. I just thank my lucky stars I’m not in the public eye.

So Mr. Speaker, hang in there and know that you have a comrade in Philly. Regardless of your politics, I feel your pain. Sniff, sniff.