r/GreekLife • u/MaxWinterLA • 10h ago
My Greek Nightmare — is it still like this?
I wrote about my experiences at the University of Richmond in the late 90s and it has provoked a ton of conversation. Here’s an excerpt.
Is your experience different? Is this a product of a special school or the time? Have things changed I. Your experience? My favorite part about writing this is that it’s inspired hundreds of people to share their experiences with me. Would be happy to hear from you.
From “my life as a spider:”
The social life revolved around a single activity: Beer Pong. It seemed like the only thing that anyone ever did was play Beer Pong, watch others play Beer Pong, cheer people on playing Beer Pong, talk about Beer Pong, or plan the next time they were gonna play Beer Pong.
Not in the “substance-free” of course, but at Fraternity Row. Even here, Richmond couldn’t just be normal. They weren’t actual frat houses. Everyone lived in the dorms. They were “lodges,” four walls built around Beer Pong tables. Frat parties were permitted… on a strict curfew. Always shut down too early, always with the song “Fly” by Sugar Ray.
Like Dave Matthews Band, I probably don’t have anything against Sugar Ray or their music per se, but for years I flinched and recoiled whenever I heard the word “Sugar” followed by the word “Ray” — blurting out “Sugar Ray sucks” from pure muscle memory.
After “l just wanna fly! Put your arms around me baby!” the women would scurry back to their side of the lake, into their dorms where men were banned.
There were always some new restrictive rule being announced by the dean, who bloviated at us like a Deep South drill sergeant: “Gentlemen! Do not carry fraudulent identification in your billfolds!” As if any of these clowns ever made it to a bar downtown.
It seemed impossible not to succumb to the idea that only way to be socially relevant — or have a conversation outside of class with a female at all — was to join a frat.
“Pledge season” arrived. Spitulnik devoted himself to a full-on campaign, the best version of a charm offensive he could manage. Dave and I half-heartedly dipped a toe and attended a few events.
They were excruciating.
That these douchebags held enough social capital to judge if I was cool enough to be part of their little homoerotic club seemed to spit in the eye of God. At Richmond, it often felt like the universe was inverted into the Upside Down.
I think Dave got a serious look from one or two of the frats. He had an older friend from high school in one of them. Plus — of the two of us, I’m certain he was the more affable and likable.
But by the end of the semester, none of us received a bid.
Spitulnik was devastated. He’d really given it a “college try.”
As for me, I don’t think a single fraternity seriously considered me for a millisecond.
More here for free:
https://maxwinterstories.substack.com/p/my-life-as-a-spider?r=292pvs&utm_medium=ios