This is exactly why I didn’t join a sorority, I think while completing my 4 zillionth leg lift. If I wanted to be judged almost exclusively on my appearance and waste a bunch of money, I could’ve had four years of that.
Because at the end of the day — being a bride and rushing for a sorority are basically the same thing.
Don’t believe me? First, both require you to be in tip-top shape. Girls want to look their best, so they workout for months and some develop eating disorders to look the part.
Preparing for my wedding, I just had to be a rebel. I refused to comply with the stereotype and engaged in a reverse-hunger strike, routinely eating cookies and ice cream out of spite. Needless to say, when I tried on my dress a few weeks ago and found it uncomfortably tight, I frantically boarded the exercise train and am now paying for my sins.
Being a bride and joining a sorority also require a lot of wasted dinero, in my opinion. Obviously if you value what you’re getting — if you’ve dreamed of being in a certain sorority or of walking down the aisle, that’s great, and power to you. But that was never my dream, so spending thousands on fees and flowers makes me ill.
And though I’ve never experienced it first-hand, it seems like hazing could include a high-stakes treasure hunt where you’re tasked with finding obscure items, and the price of failure is abject humilitation. Those items are probably a little more explicit than artistically tarnished silver table carriers, but both are pointless treasure hunts nonetheless.
Ya, being a bride is Rush 2.0. Those of us who were lovingly (I’m sure) referred to as “GDIs” in college really can’t escape the system.
At least at the end of this journey, I get to marry the most wonderful man in the world. And as much as I gripe about it, it’s certainly worth it!