My phone blips. Another email. Given that I’m stuck at an un-jaywalkable intersection in the East Village, I pause to open it. It’s another reply to my sorority sister’s chain email. The subject line from 35 emails ago simply reads: “Interesting.” I’m immediately engrossed, missing the walking man and chance to cross the street.
Earlier this week, another email sent off to “sisters” surfaced on the internet. It has received hundreds of thousands of reads, an onslaught of comments and at least two well-known dramatic readings. Rebecca Martinson’s virulent, expletive-filled rant confirmed and probably strengthened everybody’s stereotype of Greek life.
Her email evoked many emotions. I was embarrassed for her and disgusted with the email. I was incredulous that she could send something like that to an entire chapter of girls that she pays dues to be a member of. (Also that she used email, when everybody knows can easily be forwarded or published.) I thought of my own past Greek Weeks with amusement. But mostly I recalled the intense and all-consuming nature of the Greek system — the politics, the rankings, the jockeying for connection to a certain fraternity, the endless events, the rivalry of shirts and styles. I remembered what it was like to care so much about the frivolity. Keep reading »
If you don’t want to know about “poonspeeding,” I respect that. But you already know about butt chugging, so what the hell? You might as well know what the fine, young gentleman of Columbia University are getting up to. Without being judgmental of those who have found great value in frat life (my brother was in a frat and he is a top notch, respectful-of-women human being), I will say, that one of the reasons I chose to go to NYU was because of their lack of Greek life. According to a leaked scavenger hunt sheet from one of Columbia’s Pi Kappa Alpha pledges, there are many “tasks” to be completed for points. These range from dumb (Piss on Church of Scientology: 5 pts) to questionable (Baby Cat: 20 pts) to blatantly disrespectful to women (Video of pledges piggy-back racing on fat girls: 10 pts). The most offensive, including an awful thing called “poonspeeding,” after the jump. Keep reading »
The barfy things that frat boys do know no bounds. Fellow ladyblog Jezebel obtained an email yesterday which was allegedly written by a brother in USC’s Kappa Sigma fraternity instructing his brethren on how to “rate” their conquests. There’s a numbered scale, people. Oh, and rape jokes. Keep reading »
OK, we know the following characterization is NOT 100 percent representative of all fraternities in this country.
But still, the stats about sexual assault and tales of misogynistic behavior in the essay, “Bros Before Hos,” published by history and gender studies professor Nicholas L. Syrett on the National Sexuality Resource Center’s web site, are beyond scary.
You’ll have to read the essay yourself for his particularly eloquent argument about how the closeness of men in frats fosters misogynistic behavior and a fear of homosexuality—it’s worth a read for anyone who has known or loved a frat boy. Synett’s certainly not arguing frat boys are worse than other men, but they do live in a unique environment that has an affect on them. Frat boys don’t sound like they’ve ever not had a weird relationship with sex, masculinity and power.
Six scary things we learned about frat boys from reading his essay, after the jump…
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