Greek Life: Middle/High School all over again

Alright, so I go to a liberal arts college, aka, we're all supposed to be unique and diverse and accepting and blah freaking blah blah blah, right? WRONG. Apparently the "in thing" is to be a nasty skank bitch and only hang out with carbon copies of yourself.  Perhaps this satirical college ad will help you to understand what I'm talking about...

Anyways, back to my point. Today, my roommate and I decided to venture down to Rathskellar because I'd never 

actually been in there, and she didn't even really know it existed until I told her about it. So we went down there. The 

place was closed but the doors were open, so we went inside.

I felt like I had entered another freaking dimension.

Seriously, another dimension where you and your "sisters" or "brothers" wear the exact same outfits and hang out 

with each other every second of your lives and everything's covered in glitter and t-shirt paint. Annoying. As. Shit. 

The place pretty much resembled a neglected pizza parlor that had been overrun by a middle school student 

government with way too many arts and crafts supplies at their disposal. Gross. 

The worst part? I felt like if we had walked in there and there had actually been people just chillaxing and shit, we 

would have either:

A) Gotten food thrown at us, OR,

B) Been made so uncomfortable by being stared at mercilessly that we would have had to leave out of fear of 

spontaneous combustion. Fo serious

Seriously, the vibe I got from that place made me want to hurl. It was like stepping into a room where people had been 

violently murdered, or in this case, I'm guessing violently humiliated. So picture this. It's middle school, and you're in 

the lunch line. You walk out with your tray of food into the main area of the cafeteria, and there are like, a bunch of 

people just sitting around in their little cliques, and everyone's staring at you, and you have no place to sit. 

This is that room. Only this time it's full of fake-tan adults with acrylic nails and enough money in their trust funds to 

get wasted every night at the local bar for the next four years. In other words, this is a room full of champions.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I totally don't understand the need for Greek life on my campus, or any other 

college campus for that matter. They all claim that it's about community service and their resumes, but we all know 

it's about getting laid by every herped up sorority girl for the fraternity guys, and dressing exactly like 85 other fake 

blonde bitches for the sorority girls. This is a LIBERAL arts college. So much for individuality I guess...