We read a lot of X-Men comics growing up (and watched the excellent cartoon) and always wondered about the unseen mutants, the ones who got shitty mutations. Like some kid who could never be defeated at tic-tac-toe or a girl who was allergic to sand. Apparently, secretary of state Hillary Clinton may be one such disappointing mutant: she doesn’t sweat. Ever.

Conde Nast Traveler took a trip with Clinton and confirmed she’s a little different from the rest of us…

But even after living under the klieg-light scorch of media scrutiny as First Lady (eight years), senator (eight years), and now the sixty-seventh secretary of state (three years and counting), there’s one very intimate detail that most people still don’t know about Hillary Clinton, and which I shall divulge: She does not sweat. Literally. She does not even glow. No matter how high the heat, not a drop nor a drip nor a bead nor so much as the faintest glisten can be detected anywhere about her person.

Can’t tell if this is a huge boon–no smelly shirts! no unsightly pit stains!–or a debilitating problem (does she have to pant to equalize body temperature?). One thing is for sure, though: you can do this all evening without having to apply deodorant:

Definitely a boon.

(CNTraveler, photo via Wenn)