I was very anti-Greek in college. For one thing, I was poor. Not barely scraping by poor, but $14 for food for a month poor. Definitely NOT sorority material. For another thing, I was a free thinker. More importantly, I was a thinker.
In the late 80s-early 90s, college girl hairdos ran to the permed, big bangs, and fabric bows. The bigger the bow, the more important you were. It was a bowochracy. The two sororities at WTAMU were the Chi Omegas (Chi-O, Chi-O, it's off to bed we go, with whips and chains and kinky things, Chi-O! Chi-o, chi-o, chi-o....) and the Delta Zetas (Sleazy DZies). I was a Gamma Delta Iota (goddamned independent) and for a while a Rho Omega Tau Chi (ROTC). Anyway, where was I going with this? Oh yeah, sorority girls and bowheads. You could tell the popular guys on campus, the tradition was to nail a bowhead and take her bow as a trophy. The guys would hang them on bolo ties from their truck's rearview mirrors. Nothing pisses off a sorority girl like getting in her guy's truck and seeing a sorority sister's bow hanging from his bolo. Or worse, seeing a rival sorority's bow hanging there.
Sorority girls in Texas grow up to be Junior Leaguers. If you don't know what those are, look it up, Skippy. One of the great joys of life is telling Junior Leaguer jokes.
What's the difference between a prostitute, a nymphomaniac, and a Junior Leaguer?
After sex, the prostitute says, "That's it." They nymphomaniac says, "That's it?!" and the Junior Leaguer says, "That's it! I'll paint the ceiling peach!"
What's the difference between a Junior Leaguer and Jello? Jello moves when you eat it.
Why don't Junior Leaguers like orgies? They hate writing all those thank you notes.
I could go on, but....