Sororities
Sororities & frats are kind of the thing of legend when you go to college. Movies like Animal House make it seem as though belonging to one of these institutions is vital to getting your college membership card, thank God it isn’t.
I can’t speak for the large campuses in the UW system on these social institutions but I can for my beloved SNC. You ever notice who the hell belongs to them? On my campus it is the fat chicks. I am not talking I could use a 2 finger diet (Thanks Cole for that term, I will treasure it forever), I am talking about the chicks that look like they help up Mickey D’s just to get the grease out of the fryers. You know who I am talking about, the one’s that trust that have to buy into the rumor they have feet because they haven’t seen them since shortly after birth. These are the elite of the elite, the Goodyear Blimps.
I don’t find it even remotely ironic that these people join organizations that force people to be friends & spend time with each other. I mean, everyone had to have seen Sorority Life on MTV. Even a show for MTV couldn’t fool more than 3 even remotely good looking chicks to become friends with the queens of Krispy Cream. So let’s set the formula. You get a couple socially inept outcasts together. They decide no one would ever be their friend, so they create an elite organization that it is a privilege to be a part of. They sit down & concoct a bunch of rules that make it imperitent you remain friends & outcast those who don’t spent psychotic amounts of time with the other losers. You contact the school, they are cool with it, so it is now school affiliated & very official. Now they are free, with the support of the administration, to scour the campus like hungry vultures for new victims… errrr… members for their organization. It’s something like a sick circle of life.
These people are fucking scary, too. Their uniform is those goofy jerseys & sweat shirts they wear as an emblem or pride, when in all reality, they look fucking ridiculous. They roll in packs too, you can fucking feel the rumble as Heavy, Heavier, & Heaviest come rolling your way. It’s a scene straight out of
Ok moral of this rant. If you have to have rules to keep your friends, you are still a loser. You are just a loser surrounded by other desperate losers.
CYA when I CYA, peace!
