Sororities: (Rich, Catty) Robots Unite! Two years and $2400 dollars later, I have come to the conclusion that sororities suck.
Not only are sororities a huge waste of time and money, but they also promote artificial boundaries between students (both between girls of different sororities and Greek vs. non-Greek) as well as discourage individualism. As a freshman at Tulane University, it seemed to me that every upperclassman girl was in a sorority, proudly flaunting their letters everywhere they could—in class, at the gym, at the bars. And after “making friends” with some girls from a certain sorority through the lacrosse team, I decided to rush to see what it was all about. I say “making friends” because I later found out (once I was on the other side of the iron curtain) that they had actually stalked me on Facebook long before we met in real life, decided I was their “type,” and had then proceeded to creepily insert themselves into my life (took me shopping, bought me drinks) in order to get me to join their sorority. Little did I know that at that very early moment (September of my freshman year), many older girls who I didn’t even know existed already knew: who I was, where I was from, which other sororities were interested in me, which guys I had met, if I had hooked up with any of them, etc.
As scarily fake as the “making friends” (not to mention Rush, where you flip through a slideshow of girls’ faces and everyone puts in their two cents on her and her sex life) process turned out to be, I decided not to draw final conclusions about sororities until my sorority experience was, well, finalized. Of course, “friendships” that are formed through Facebook stalking and gossiping are never going to be real—and “sisterhood” is straight up impossible. And so, my hypothesis that these Greek-formed friendships were all completely fake was dramatically reinforced when I dropped out of the sorority this past year: the majority of my former “sisters” blatantly ignored me in passing, as though we had never even met. Whether we saw each other in class, out at night, or just walking by on the street—because I had dropped, I didn’t exist to them anymore. Some, whom I had previously thought to be my friends, greeted me with a cold “hi” but stopped at that. Only about four girls, each of whom I could have predicted, continued to be my (real) friend after I dropped.
One reason my former “sisters” may have chosen to ignore me is because I offended them by opting to not go along anymore with their lifestyle based upon mutually-reinforcing hyper-materialism and hyper-consumerism. I say mutually-reinforcing hyper-materialism because that is all sororities are: a tacit competition to see who can spend a the most money; besides mandatory dues (at least $600/semester), there are clothes (Greek T-shirts—omg, so cute and unique), and all the other expensive crap super rich girls pressure each other to get (the newest $300 designer jeans, purse, shoes, sunglasses, cellphone, etc.) and participate in (tanning, manicures, pedicures, waxes, etc.)
College is supposed to be a place that enriches learning, thought, and individuality. Instead, through sororities, female conformity, stupidity, alcoholism, cattiness and materialism are celebrated and promoted. Personally I think Greek life as a whole should be abolished; however, as evidenced by schools who have banned frats/ sororities (like Princeton for example), as long as kids are too insecure to not have a guaranteed pay-as-you-go group of friends, they will form other meaningless exclusive organizations (i.e. “eating clubs”) in order to serve the same (nonexistent) purpose.
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