Satire: Greek members vs. others
So you want to hate on the greek system?
I’m here to tell you that that’s okay.
Even we—the gloriously fratty, party-hungry greeks—have to hate on it sometimes.
As a third-year student and member of a sorority, I know first hand that these snobby sorority types and meathead frat daddies do exist. What I learned from being a part of the organization is that those people are the ones that I (respectfully) believe make us look bad.
It’s the same thing with non-greek members Every group has that one person who is a caricature of the worst stereotypes possible, and yet that doesn’t stop the group from calling this person one of their own.
The truth is that there really is no difference between the greek member and the somewhat offensively named GDIs. Yet we still have this lingering hatred toward one another.
What is that all about?
You can’t possibly be mad about all the cookies we give you during Greek Week, or those colorful ribbons we lovingly help you pin to your book bags.
I know we certainly don’t take it to heart that you have totally taken over the coffee shop or the game store that stays open until 3 a.m. Seriously, that’s pure genius. We see that, and we appreciate it.
The real problem is what is being said behind enemy lines.
Websites like TotalFratMove.com are only making it easier for us greek members to communicate nationally.
I’ll admit it. I have read TFM, and so far the biggest dirt my fellow fratstars have been able to come up with about the non-greeks is their dependency on cargo shorts.
Alright, fair enough. We’ve had our fun.
This doesn’t mean we haven’t seen websites like MyLifeIsBro.com and Sorority Girl Problems on MyFratDaddy.com, in which the use of reverse psychology is implemented to get us to hate ourselves (I accidentally ate a carb the other day and it was, like, worse than that time I broke a nail right before formal).
Take it easy.
Everyone watches what they eat, and I’m not even sure if breaking a nail is a real thing.
At the end of the day, we are all just a bunch of people stuck in the middle of Georgia and wishing we had more exciting ways to fill up our free time.
If you don’t want to chug a beer, that’s fine. Most of us probably don’t want to perform a monologue. It doesn’t mean we can’t live together in peace.
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