Venti Low-Fat Soy, Hold the Whip

Abstract

I was judged for being a sorority girl before I even joined one. The disapproving looks I received from friends who had chosen against Greek life, the ones who warned me, “Trust me. You don’t want to be a sorority girl.” I remember the tales that my older friends recounted of girls passed out at parties or making out in the bathroom, who just had to be sorority girls. I get it. I know how it must appear.