Every once in a while I have enough time to pause and reflect on life’s absurdities. In an effort not to stay in the abstract for too long, let me give you a couple examples. Have you ever been driving and suddenly wonder how a little metal strip can make a huge machine start to move? Have you picked up a phone and marveled at how a voice travels instantly to your ear? Or been creeped out by Siri? Well today – having nothing to do but sit at my computer for way too long – I started to reflect on yesterday’s events and wondered similar things about my life.
Last night Theta had an invite -1920’s themed: long gloves, fake cigarette holders and fedoras included. I remember sitting at dinner, looking around and laughing at the absurdity of it all. But it wasn’t until today did I get to process.
Here is what I found to be most ironic about sorority invites....
1) A line of men and women being herded and packed into a bus: normal.
2) Walking down the street in a bra and mini skirt: casual.
3) Despite having pizza on the counter and food at the venue, everyone going to dinner before the event: expected.
4) Roller-skating in a restaurant: trendy.
5) Treating the life-threatening situation of dodging cars as a game: typical.
6) The most exciting part of the night being a mad dash to get the last bagel: routine.
7) Having a security guard who kicks all visitors out at 2pm: customary.
8) Living in a house of 60 women with constant music, intense amounts of hair products and more estrogen than I can deal with: my life.
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