Admittedly, I know nothing about fraternities and sororities. I wasn’t a part of that scene in college and I only became friends with women who were in sororities when I moved to Atlanta because, let’s face it, 1 out of every 1.5 Black women in Atlanta are Greek. I know nothing about the requirements to pledge or the process to pledge. Hell, I don’t even really know if “pledge” is the correct term.
Having such a limited knowledge about all things Greek, I guess I have an idea in my head about the whole thing. And that can be pretty much summed up by watching “School Daze.” Yup, that is pretty much all I know- men, women, wooden paddles and sexy dance routines.
Recently, I was on a date with a fellow. Let’s call him Blue, shall we? So Blue and I met at a place of my choosing. Once we got seated I asked if he had any trouble finding the place and he told me no because he had been there before. He then proceeded to tell me how he was there celebrating the birthday of a guy who belonged to a certain fraternity he was pledging. He said it so casually I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly. See, in my “School Daze” presumption I thought pledging was something you did in college. And yes, I know you can, like, pledge in a graduate chapter, but Blue ain’t in graduate school! (note: the use of “ain’t” was strictly for dramatic effect).
Blue went on to tell me some story about the birthday boy having some mask and asking the other grown ass men wannabe fraternity members which one was going to wear the mask. Blue, of course, offered to wear the mask and everyone was laughing. And Blue was laughing as he recounted this story to me like it was the funniest thing in the world. Meanwhile, I’m sitting there picturing my date wearing a chicken suit or some crap while a room full of grown ass men made fun of him.
Yeah, I never saw Blue again. I like leaders, not followers. And that story just seemed so weird…and sad. At what point do you let your college boy dreams go and realize you ended up on a different path? I mean, hell, I always wanted to be a dancer but you don’t see me buying a leotard and auditioning for Alvin Ailey. That ship has sailed.
Okay, Greek people. School me. Is it weird to be 41 and pledging a fraternity? Does a 40-something pledge get the same respect as someone who pledged in undergrad? Would you have gone out with Blue again?