This post in dedicated to the sorority girls on campus.

Your skin is darker than your hair.

I can see your ass crack when you are standing upright.

It is too cold to be wearing flip flops.

You joined a sorority to gain "leadership experience."

Experience in organizing inane social events

and in faking a smile while adressing groups of your peers.

Once in a while you put on your $70 jeans from the mall

and a wife beater

and a cutsy little short flannel shirt

and a cowboy hat

and you go to the bar to dance to country music.

Because you really like country music.

Because you are a down-home country girl

and you really have a genuine understanding of what it is to be Southern and poor.

You used to listen to Kenny Chesney all the time in high school,

sitting in your fuzzy pink bedroom

in your daddy's half million dollar suburban estate.

posted at 4:06 PM by Alison

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