Sammi called me a hypocrite last night for writing about how much I hate the Greek system and failing to mention that I was a part of it. I don’t think that makes me a hypocrite, though. For the record, I hated almost every minute of my time in the Greek system, which is precisely why I dislike it so much today. I was in the lamest, least Greek house of all – the “international music fraternity for women,” for crying out loud – the house that, on my campus, was MOST concerned with community service and musical performance and LEAST concerned with things like date parties. I pledged as a senior, and was already friends with many of the people in the house, and guess what?
I still hated it.
Some (not all) of those girls made me feel worthless. They made it very clear to me that passing my pledge test should be more important than passing my classes. One of them hounded me, in public, in the dressing room at a recital, in front of several other people, about money I hadn’t paid them yet, nevermind the fact that I’d discussed in private with this person that I didn’t have the money for reasons x, y, and z and would get it to her as soon as I possibly could. Comments were made about the fact that I wasn’t a music major, as if that somehow made me less of a “sister” than the other girls were.
I didn’t pay my lifetime membership dues, and I’m not planning to, because I regret almost every moment I spent as a “member” of that organization.
So no, I wouldn’t call myself a hypocrite. It’s more like I’ve developed an informed opinion.
Jamie has a little friend coming over tonight, so Sammi and I have a date this weekend. I think I’m going to scrape a few dollars together and rent The Rules of Attraction. And then we’ll watch it in my room. Whee.
Who decided that an oven mitt was a good mascot for a fast food restaurant? Arby’s, that’s who.