I hated sororities. I think I still do. I never ever in a million years thought I'd join one, but I did. To be honest, it has yet to really sink in. I just can't believe I pledged. But I did. And it changed my life-- for the better. I think it was quite possibly one of the best things I ever could have done with my life, and I certainly don't regret it.

But I am not a "sorority girl."

Albeit, I am a girl-- in a sorority,yes -- but I do not fit your omigosh-makeup-and-boys-and-beer-and-squeak-squeak-i'm-so-cute-and-plastic-and-shallow-i-love-me stereotype. So don't look for it from me; you won't get any of that here. I hate sorority girls. Well, no, I don't hate all of them, I just hate the ones who exemplify that horrid stereotype- a stereotype, which is, by the way, not as common as you'd think. (At least not where I attend college.) In my experience, many of the little dears who act like typical "sorority girls" are often not even in sororities.

So, no, I am not one of those people. I could never be one. I will never be one. I am just me.