Alright, a strange title for this post. But there really is an art to being there for a presidential speech before both houses of Congress. First, as I pointed out earlier, the president could talk for a whole 47 minutes and you’re expected to pay attention. Seriously. It’s inhuman. Second, there’s trying to figure out, in your haze, when you’re supposed to clap and when you’re not. Then there’s catching yourself midway to clapping something so uncontroversial that it obviously must be a socialist plot.