Rushing to Judge

[dropcap]A[/dropcap]s many of us know, Women’s Recruitment was last week. It was almost impossible to miss the army of girls trotting along in their five-inch
heels. And as these potential sorority girls marched to gloom or glory, some poked fun at them. You rolled your eyes. You snickered. You pressed upon them old stereotypes that most of them probably don’t even fit into. Similarly, some of you rushing may have criticized those who chose to sit this week out. And then there are girls like me who are in the middle, who neither gag nor become giddy at the idea of
rushing.

I don’t hate sororities.

Some of my best friends are sorority girls. I understand this phrasing sounds a bit trite, but it’s true. My best friends here
and at other colleges are in sororities, and it has been one of the best things to ever happen to them. At first, I feared they’d change on me, becoming glitter chucking, Greek letter spewing zombies with highlighted hair, but, fortunately, this was not the case. I was wrong for thinking so. Within their respective sororities, they’ve learned to make stronger connections with people who aren’t exactly like them (contrary to popular belief, not all sorority girls are the same). Because of this, I’ve become closer with them. They are willing to accept me and my choices, and in turn, I can do the same for them. Plus, they can make cute, crafty things.

I feared they’d change on me, becoming glitter chucking, Greek letter spewing zombies with highlighted hair, but, fortunately, this was not the case.

I don’t love sororities.

Or rather, I’m not a fan of the process to be in one. It’s honestly not my thing. From what I can tell, it’s almost like being under a microscope (bejeweled depending on the sorority) and examined to see if you fit within their group. While some young women thrive in that situation, I’d
flake. I don’t know if I could handle the potential scrutiny and rejection, and I’d forever wonder what was wrong with me. On the other hand, if I were accepted into my desired sorority, I’d wonder what I did right, especially compared to a girl who wasn’t so lucky. Also, I’m not crafty. Crafting is a skill set I realized I lacked while in kindergarten, and like the ability to fold your tongue, I’m pretty sure it’s genetic.

A goal of sororities is to promote sisterhood among its members. While the process to getting there may lead to an off putting exclusivity, I think sisterhood is a good concept we could use more of on campus. Leave the cattiness for the high school girls. Instead of judging those who choose to rush or those who try something else, why can’t all of the women of this campus find the attributes and long term aspirations we have in common and bond accordingly?