Clarissa's Blog

All I know about sororities comes from the movie Legally Blonde, so for my first encounter with the representatives of my sorority yesterday, I decked myself with the most expensive jewelry I possess, plastered on half of my entire (and very plentiful)  makeup supply, and constructed a vaguely Greek-looking outfit from a long, flowing powder-blue skirt and a velvet top organized around several inventive folds. The most elegant shawl from my collection was placed on top of all this.

I don’t know what impression this made on the “young ladies” from the sorority (I learned during the meeting that the right way to refer to them is “young ladies”) but this get-up had  the unexpected effect of inspiring two very young men to try to chat me up (separately, I mean, not at once). I’m definitely not old enough to be attractive to 17-old-boys, so this was disturbing. It was especially disturbing since I was never popular among 17-old boys, not even when I was 17. Twenty years later, I have definitely lost all need to be found desirable by this age group.

This is what happens when one joins a sorority: suddenly everybody wants you. Life is complicated for us, beautiful young ladies.