There's not much to say about Sonia Sotomayor that is in the realm of the "feminine genius" except for her participation in this group, which is sort of an all-girls club created in reaction to the no-girls tree house known as Bohemian Grove.
Fair enough. I'm actually for such endeavors because there are times when each men and women like to be alone. As secretive as each group is, it's hard to draw a bead on what they do -- giggle over their wine while giving each other pedicures?
The only problem would be when those mutually beneficial relationships use as their premise silliness like this:
They wouldn't stoop to that level, would they?
UPDATE: Well, Ms Sotomayor has quit the club, which may be necessary for being considered a Supreme Court Justice.
[S]he said she didn't want questions about it to "distract anyone from my qualifications and record."
Federal judges are bound by a code that says they shouldn't join any organization that discriminates by race, sex, religion or nationality.
The Belizean Grove bills itself as women's answer to the 130-year-old all-male Bohemian Club in California. The club owns a 2,500-acre camping area in northern California called the Grove. Chief Justice Earl Warren belonged to the Bohemian Club beginning in the 1940s, before he joined the court and long before the federal judiciary adopted a code of conduct.
Interesting that she was a member despite the existing ban on such things. Perhaps judges shouldn't belong (their lives do become crimped in some ways) but there's no reason why such associations shouldn't exist. Freedom of association implies freedom from association as well.

I don't have a problem with men's and women's clubs. In my local area, I recall there being a brouhaha in the late 70's/early 80's over men's clubs needing to be opened to women because, it was argued, this club gave men an unfair advantage in networking and business discussions. I personally suspected that the ladies attached loftier dialogue than what I believed was really being held there.
Sure enough, it went coed and guess what? There was nothing to really distinguish it from your local pub -- folks on the make, and very little business discussion.
Posted by: Teresa | Tuesday, 09 June 2009 at 08:48 AM