Fratorities

Pre-Seattle, all I knew about sororities and fraternities was a result of watching and re-watching Legally Blonde. Basically it was a lot of blonde, snap cups, big hair and bronzed shirtless boys. And, not going to lie – I’ve seen all of those things here. 

The big hair being mine, because it’s raining and I thus have a frizzy perm. 

me.

The boys, shirtless and playing frisbee outside when it’s “nice and super warm out”, also known as around 11 degrees. I’m in trakkies and jumpers and they’re out on the lawn and tanning, this makes me laugh. But, despite all this I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of smitten with the Greek system at the moment. This is what I’ve learnt so far:

-       Sororities are girls ones, fraternities are boys ones.

-       You pick them and they pick you.

-       There is hazing. It’s mysterious initiation.

-       It’s little communities, they like to party.

-       The fraternities have sticky floors.

I’m completely infatuated with the huge, beautiful houses, the idea of being a part of something. I love that whole patriotic nature of America, people care about their college’s, their sororities, their sports teams and their home towns. Where Australians have tall poppy syndrome, Americans have enthusiasm. And then there are the names. I’ve always loved America for it’s ability to name things, Milwaukee Wisconsin for example, is the best set of words in the whole entire world. Where Australia has Wooloomooloo and Wagga Wagga, the USA has Illinois, Arkansas, Pennsylvania and Tennessee. I’m a words person, I love this. But, the Greek system. Alpha Phi. Delta Zeta. Chi Omega. Kappa Kappa Gamma. Aren’t they fabulous?! 

I sooooooo desperately want to be in a sorority! I can’t even tell you. Mainly for the themed sweat-shirts and the pretty castle houses and the events calendar. They’re just so…. American.

It’s weird, because I didn’t expect this. I’m not very girly, I long for global equality, and the breaking down of barriers and the desertion of materialism and superficial ethics, and the journey of what life really means, what actually satisfies. I’m sure I’m only seeing the bright sides right now, and I by no means stand for everything associated.

BUT STILL, somebody adopt me! How could you resist this (duck) face!? I have big hair?

I can even snap.

ps: I’m also going through a ‘I want to be a cheer leader’ phase.  Don’t even get me started.