I grew up in a nice community and my parents raised me well enough so I know the value of a dollar. I didn’t realize that by joining a sorority I would have to compete amongst other girls on the row, including my own chapter, to have the best, most expensive things.
Everything I thought about the materialistic world changed the moment I joined a sorority. I wanted, needed, craved to have the latest handbag. Not a nice Coach bag like I had in high school (which was and still is a very nice brand), but I needed a Gucci and I definitely needed a Louis Vuitton oversize tote bag. Carrying these items and wearing the latest pastel Hudson jeans made these girls (including myself) feel better and more elite than the outside world.
The truth in the matter is that during rush we flaunt this the most. It is an unspoken rule that the nicest cars go in the front of the house so the potential new members can see how “well off” the girls in their potential sorority are. This is the most shallow I have ever felt. Yet,I was proud I got to park in the front of the house because that meant I was special. The fact is that I drove my grandmother’s passed down 10 year old Lexus RX, and it looked just as good as the new ones.
The scheme works every year. Girls see our “nice” cars while we have the old pieces of scrap metal other girls drive parked down the street. It is shallow, but it works. Girls with the similar taste of a golden lifestyle joined our sisterhood.
While I still carry nice things, I don’t harp so much on them before. After four years of trying to hang in with the latest trends and have the best phone, car, clothes, etc., I have learned it is not a life that is sufficient enough to live by. Ironically enough, the girls that had the most expensive purses had the conversational skills of a squirrel. No, squirrels are more entertaining than talking to the materialistic barbies. I enjoy fashion and trends just as much as the next girl, but playing Barbie and trying to keep up with my frenemy and her wardrobe was not a life worth living.
Yes, sorority girls are known for being spoiled, and most are. But it's how you handle the materialistic sisterhood that makes you stand out in a chapter of almost 200 girls.
See you on the row.