Sisterhood Ain’t What It Used to Be: Meet Triplets Caitlyn Jenner, Rachel Dolezal, and Carrie Bradshaw-Crowther

Coming of age in the 1970’s I knew one thing for certain: sisterhood is powerful. As a college student, the halls of my university were chockablock with female professors of all ranks, and, in the rarified air of the administration building, women held powerful leadership positions. So I grew up thinking not that women could be anything they wanted to be, but that women actually were being anything they wanted to be.

Some 30 years later, it’s gratifying to see that not much has changed. Women can still be anything they want to be.

Case in point: Rachel Dolezal, a white woman who channeled her inner sista for power and profit.


Sista Dolezal keepin’ it real.

I might be one of the very few who think that Miss Dolezal improved her looks when she donned an Afro wig and went crazy with the self-tanner. She also improved her chances for a good job.

Some times, you just gotta do what you gotta do to fit in, and at EWU it is much easier to secure a faculty appointment if you are a member of a favored group:

Eastern Washington University is committed to equal opportunity, fair treatment, and taking affirmative action to increase the number of students and employees from historically underrepresented groups.

But, as I have been lectured to by more than one harridan in the last week or so, it’s what on the “inside” that counts. And when I think about Miss Dolezal’s insides, I want to puke. Miss Dolezal used make-up and a made-up racial background to deceive her colleagues at Eastern Washington. This university is under a board of trustees’ mandate to “diversify”–because, you know, diversity is good. The board has gone so far to put the (public) money it controls to realizing the dream of diversity. In competition for this melting pot o’ gold, Miss Dolezal’s European ancestry would put her on the same footing as all of the other descendants of Washington’s German, Dutch, Norwegian, and Swedish immigrants who arrived en masse in the 19th Century, which is to say at the back of the line for grants, scholarships, and jobs.

I wonder what the board of trustees is thinking now. What I am thinking is that similar diversity schemes across this great land of ours are about to collapse under a tsunami of applications from white job seekers and grant applicants who have woken up and smelled the grease paint. One imagines that Eastern Washington must be under unimaginable pressure from special interest groups who profit from diversity to get rid of Miss Dolezal ASAP, so that the goodies do not get diverted to unworthy whites.

On the other hand, if Miss Dolezal is–as some are claiming–a mentally challenged American, then her behavior will be embraced and her employment status will no doubt stand, as she will be protected under the tenants of the ADA. It’s win-win!

But if Miss Dolezal is a winner in the brave new world of sisterhood, Carrie Bradshaw-Crowther, sadly, is not. Miss Bradshaw-Crowther was reported missing by her 22-year-old daughter earlier this week. The daughter made an understandably frantic 911 call to alert authorities that her 49-year-old mother had disappeared just hours before her scheduled C-section was to take place. My pronoun references are correct: the 49-year-old was about to go under the knife, not her daughter.

Miss Bradshaw-Crowther poses in a long-leeved sweater.

Miss Bradshaw-Crowther poses in a long-sleeved sweater.

Days later, after worldwide publicity, heart-wrenching Facebook pleas for a safe return, and non-stop reporting by the Daily Mail, Miss Bradshaw-Crowther was found. The baby was not, and, unless Miss Bradshaw-Crowther had slipped away for a 36-week abortion, there never was a baby or a pregnancy. But, well, Miss Bradshaw-Crowther woke up one morning nine months ago craving a pickle-and-marshmallow-fluff sandwich and figured she run with it. “I felt pregnant on the inside,” Miss Bradshaw-Crowther is not reported to have said, “so who are you to judge me?”

Caitlyn Jenner, look what you have wrought.

13 thoughts on “Sisterhood Ain’t What It Used to Be: Meet Triplets Caitlyn Jenner, Rachel Dolezal, and Carrie Bradshaw-Crowther

  1. Is this the same EWU that lies directly between Medicine Lake and Spangle? I thought so. What surprises me is that all “How I Feel Inside” Storm Troopers haven’t descended on you again. I guess things that happen at obscure eastern Washington state educational institutions don’t have quite the allure of the Hollywood sex change zeitgeist

    • I know. I was bracing myself for the next wave of judgment-free critics and it hasn’t happened, alas. I feel so marginalized. But, you know, Miss Dolezal lives in a state that has a black population of 4%; I live in a state that is 4% conservative. Under other circumstances, I would say we were sisters under the skin, but, well…


    Have you caught up with this tidbit?

    In fact, the Smoking Gun reported Monday afternoon that Dolezal sued Howard University in 2002 for discriminating against her for being white. She claimed retaliation based on her race, gender, pregnancy and family responsibilities, saying she had been denied teaching positions and scholarship aid. She also complained that some of her artwork had been removed from an exhibition because black students were being favored. A judge, and subsequently an appeals court, found no basis for her claims.”

    I do admire someone who unabashedly games the system..

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