Sororities (2)

If you are in a sorority and really want to get pissed off at an outsider’s point of view…read this!

DISCLAIMER: ALL SORORITY AND FRATERNITY NAMES IN THIS STORY ARE FICTITIOUS AND BEAR NO RESEMBLANCE TO ANY ACTUAL SORORITIES OR FRATERNITIES.

My friend told me a story once of a time when she was walking from sorority house to sorority house with her rush group. The group was passing a fraternity house and one of the guys on the porch called out, “Hey you! In the North Face and Uggs!” My friend told me that she and another girl were the only two to not turn their heads in response to the fraternity guy.

Picture that for a second. 25 girls or so – all clumped together walking down the street on display for everyone to see, all wearing the same thing and all out for the same reason – to get a bid … right.

Sororities are quite the phenomenon. There’s a bunch of screaming girls who are snapping and giggling at unrealistically high octaves trying to recruit new members out on the front porch of a house with a ridiculously high rent. They share a bond of sisterhood and secret traditions that bind them to each other in ways that are too deep for anyone else to understand. They have their own chants and cheers. They have their own dress codes and ways of going about things in the proper sorority way.

Sororities are a great way for girls to find life long friends. But only after other sorority girls on campus put them through days of relentless judging, selection, and rejection. They must present themselves in certain ways to appeal to particular people so that they have a shot of being accepted by a certain group. Again…right. It’s quite the concept. Especially if you get a bid from Alpha K and wanna be labeled a crack head. Or in Kappa C you can be a coke whore! Why not join the hippie Long-Island Jews of Sigma H? Can’t get laid in college? Tri-LAY! Watch out though. You might want to drop out of rush if you get a one from Pi R because no one wants to be in the reject sorority right?

After the hell of rush, the new groups of girls are subjected to a whole different set of rules during their pledging period of six to eight weeks with a special class, a special pin, special regulations, and the super special rule of no drinking or going out on the weekends. Haha, good one.

After all that baloney, they’re initiated into their respective houses and have a new Mom, new aunts, new sisters and a whole new family. It’s really cool I guess.

If you’re considering joining a sorority, just know what you’re getting yourself into. It’s not an easy road and it comes with a lot of time taken away from your weekends once you’re a sister. You get labels and unless you’re a complete pinhead they’ll probably tick you off. I’m not trying to dissuade you either – it’s one of the best things that has happened to a few people I know. But it wasn’t necessarily a walk in the park.