I am in an anti-Greek mood at the mo'.
I did not pledge a sorority when I was in college, so I am on the outside trying to look in, and what I see doesn't impress me very much. This is especially irritating considering the amount of money we've plunked down on several kinds of fees, insurance, tickets for various functions, clothes and assorted gewgaws, and "special projects", whatever the hell those are. If I wasn't 100% sure that it would break my daughter's heart to quit her membership, I'd ask her to consider it.
Every sorority's mission statement emphasizes friendship, sisterhood, service to others, leadership, academic achievement, and a whole bunch of similar positive attributes. Somehow, these noble ideals get lost in the annual no-holds-barred drive called Rush to attract the prettiest, most popular girls. It's their lifeblood; sororities that have a reputation for being the hangout for losers don't get the pledges, and eventually wither away from lack of interest. I hear that is the case with a particular sorority at Texas A&M; it is in danger of closing shop because it can't attract enough members. The consensus is that the girls in this group are "the nicest", "the sweetest", "the smartest", "the most hard-working", when anyone with half a brain knows that is Greek for overweight and unattractive. It's like your best friend telling you your blind date has a really nice personality.
Rush, or recruitment as they call it these days, isn't until August, but sororities have been prepping for this for weeks. The first clue I had that recruitment borders on outright ridiculousness was when my daughter told me that all her clothes for recruitment had to be bought and approved by April 30, and she even sent me a PowerPoint presentation someone had made up showing what was acceptable and what was not. Here are some screen grabs from that PowerPoint:
Get the picture? Jeans have to fall somewhere between skinny and flare-y. Dresses can't be too cottony/beachy, but they can't be too satiny/prom-y, either. Dresses also have to match the paint chip samples that were passed out at a chapter meeting. Teal can't be too blue or too green; grey can't be silvery. Even shoes have to meet standards for color and heel height. God forbid you get anything other than leather or patent leather, or shoes with kitten heels. Really, what is so awful about kitten heels? One can walk about on those during a party, and not worry too much about an impromptu face plant from five-inch spikes.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for dressing as the occasion demands, but this has a creepy Stepford Wives mentality. And on practical terms, I can't help but wonder how many girls might find themselves no longer fitting into the outfits they bought in April; there's a four month lag between purchase and wear, after all. I suppose that's an incentive not to gain weight over the summer, but...wait, what if that is precisely the reason? Clever, very clever.
On another front, my daughter, bless her heart, is caught smack dab in the middle of a tug-of-war between me and the young lady who is serving as recruitment chair. The problem is that my other college kiddo is on track (fingers crossed) to graduate from Texas A&M in August, and this milestone and our family celebration of it conflict with the first few days of the two-week recruitment period. When my daughter tried to explain that she would be absent those days and why, the recruitment chair told her 1) she had to provide proof of the upcoming graduation, and 2) demanded that she return to Lubbock ready to work on August XX, otherwise she would be fined for "unapproved absences" to the tune of $100.00/day.
This is the sort of thing that lights my fuse like no other; the nerve of her thinking a membership drive takes precedence over a college graduation! I fired off an email to the young lady, and told her she was in no position to make demands. The only thing that kept me from telling her she could take her "proof" and stuff it where the sun don't shine was my daughter's panicked request that I not be too rude. "I know how you can be, sometimes," she texted. Boy, she knows me too well.
Is it any wonder I feel a certain kinship with the long-ago citizens of Troy?
Trojan horse: http://sonyaandtravis.com/tag/trojan-horse/
Jeans and shoes: credits not available
Get notified of new content! Enter your email address in the space below to get started...