And now we’ve reached the end: Disgraced Delta Gamma sis Rebecca Martinson has resigned from the University of Maryland chapter of her sorority, following a week of radio silence from Martinson and the chapter. Yup, the woman who has gifted us with the phrase “cunt punt” has left the building. In a public statement, Delta Gamma said that the “tone and content of [Martinson's] email was highly inappropriate and unacceptable by any standard.”
The full letter is after the jump!
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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 »
Michael Shannon’s dramatic reading of University of Maryland sorority girl Rebecca Martinson‘s batshit insane letter to her Delta Gamma sisters may well be the scariest damned thing the internet has seen. I think a vein burst in Michael Shannon’s neck. Wear headphones if you listen to this at the office. There’s a lot of screaming. [Funny Or Die]
University of Maryland sorority girl Rebecca Martinson has gotten a lot of attention this past week for the rather aggressive email she sent out to her fellow Delta Gamma sisters. Martinson, who repeatedly referred to her sisters as “awkward,” “retarded” “faggots,” was fairly quickly outed as the letter sender, and has since deleted her subtly racist Twitter feed.
Many people have rushed to Martinson’s defense in the days since, and would like to remind us that not all sorority sisters are so foul-mouthed and nasty. And it’s true: the vast majority of sororities and sorority sisters are not little Rebecca Martinsons. And sororities can have long-lasting positive effects on the lives of their members. So before you cry foul, know that we do agree, sororities can provide valuable and enriching experiences for their members.
But these are not those stories.
After the jump, some of the worst sorority sisters giving Greek life a bad name. Keep reading »
From now until the end of the internet, Rebecca Martinson will be known as the mean girl who wrote a rabid email to her University of Maryland Delta Gamma sisters berating them for being “weird,” “awkward,” “boring,” “stupid,” retarded,” “ass hat,” “faggots” who were unable to properly socialize with brother frat Sigma Nu. When Rebecca wasn’t busy writing shame mail to her sorority sisters, she was working on a future career in comedy, composing racist, classist, size-ist Tweets. But since becoming infamous, she’s deleted her Twitter feed. Well, there goes her career as the next Lisa Lampanelli! Should she make it through the rest of her college career at the University of Maryland — I imagine she’ll have to transfer — she’ll have to find some way to earn a living once she graduates. But what kind of job is someone with the gift of hate-spewing cut out for? We were wondering that very thing here at The Frisky. Her future doesn’t have to be a wash. We have some ideas for Rebecca… Keep reading »
Rebecca Martinson‘s now infamous email to her fellow sisters in the Delta Gamma chapter at the University of Maryland was pure deranged ridiculousness when read on paper. But read aloud? Whole. New. Level. Perfect bitchtastic delivery, Alison Haislip! [YouTube]
There’s really little use debating if the photo currently under fire from a Penn State Mexican-themed sorority party is offensive. It is, without a doubt. In a picture from the party, members of the Chi Omega sorority are seen dressed in ponchos, sombreros, and fake mustaches. That alone is questionable to some, but the signs they were holding were undeniably outrageous. One read: “Will mow lawn for weed + beer” and the other: “I don’t cut grass, I smoke it.” Read more…
During our senior year of high school in Texas, my friends and I often sat around and discussed sororities: which were the more “elite” sororities to join and which geeky Greek group to avoid. I was usually quiet during these discussions of sorority bashing and blasting. A year later, just watching my friends navigate the grueling process of sorority pledging was exhausting. Rush seemed to consume their lives. But even as a Tri-Delt double legacy, I had always known that sorority life wasn’t for me. Keep reading »
There was a moment sometime during the weekend before finals week that I looked up from the copious U.N.-related documents assigned by my Intro to Human Rights professor that I had somehow failed to read during the semester and realized: “Holy shit my first year of college is basically over.”
I thought back to about a year before and tried to remember what I thought finishing my freshman year would feel like. I guess I thought I’d be far more sophisticated, secure and grown up in general. In reality — at least at that moment at time —I just felt a hell of a lot more stressed. But the truth is, I learned a lot over the past year, even if that transformation manifested in a number of small ways rather than one grand overhaul of my childish naivete.
So here are just a few pieces of advice for rising freshmen from somebody who just finished being one. Keep reading »
When I thought about what my college experience would be like as a high schooler, I never for a second even slightly entertained the faintest thought of joining a sorority. As a self-identified feminist, as someone who thought Chapstick was a full face of makeup, and as someone who had about as much interest in enduring mosh pits of grinding frat boys as she did in microbial taxonomy (read: none) I had zero interest in what I, frankly, saw as an antiquated, possibly even anti-feminist and insulting tradition. Which is why when I pressed “send” on my Columbia University sorority recruitment application last December, nobody was more surprised than I was. Keep reading »