Did self-help guru Cheyenne Bryant get played by a sketchy university president, or is she playing us? That’s the burning question after Marc Lamont Hill threw some serious shade on the whole situation, and honey, the plot is THICKENING.
So here’s the tea: Cheyenne Bryant apparently woke up one day with a fancy new doctorate degree from some university—except nobody’s quite sure how she actually got it. The university president just… awarded it to her? And now her team is out here claiming she had absolutely NOTHING to do with it and doesn’t even KNOW the university president. Girl, bye. The audacity! If someone handed me a doctorate I didn’t ask for, I’d at least know their name at a cocktail party.
Marc Lamont Hill, the noted commentator and intellectual (yes, we’re being sarcastic), has apparently concluded that Cheyenne is telling the truth and had zero involvement in this whole dubious degree situation. According to his analysis, the university president just randomly decided to shower her with academic credentials like it was Oprah’s favorite things episode. “You get a doctorate! You get a doctorate!” Except, well, questionable accreditation and all that.
Her camp’s defense? “She doesn’t even know the university president!” Translation: “We’re hoping y’all are dumb enough to believe this story.” Because in what universe does a university president award doctorates to people he’s never met? Are we living in Narnia right now? Is this a fairy tale? Are we about to find out Cheyenne is actually a princess?
The internet, naturally, is LIVING for this drama. Social media has been absolutely roasting Cheyenne harder than a Thanksgiving turkey. Memes are flying, think pieces are being written, and everyone’s pulling out their detective hats wondering if this is the most transparent lie ever told or if there’s actually some bizarre truth to it.
What’s wild is that Cheyenne built her whole brand on authenticity and self-improvement, and now she’s sitting here with a doctorate that screams “fake as a three-dollar bill.” The irony is chef’s kiss levels of delicious. You can’t make this stuff up—well, apparently YOU CAN, and someone did.
The question remains: Can we trust anything this woman says anymore? Her credibility is shakier than a house of cards in a hurricane.
What do you think? A) Cheyenne’s telling the truth and got totally played by the university president B) This whole thing smells fishier than a seafood market and we’re not buying it