Surely a kinder and sadder story can be whittled from the same evidence, to  that Hillary, a blue-stocking in love with a glamorpuss, had too eagerly bought Bill's Gladstone-like tales of helping troubled young women to find  enough so anyway to make a potential laughingstock of herself by repeating them on television, and enough also to give Bill some terrible legal advice in the specific matter of Monica.
Hillary hates glamourpuss. 