{"id":9290,"date":"2012-01-11T09:00:09","date_gmt":"2012-01-11T09:00:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.badreputation.org.uk\/?p=9290"},"modified":"2012-01-11T09:00:09","modified_gmt":"2012-01-11T09:00:09","slug":"sororror-show","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/badreputation.org.uk\/2012\/01\/11\/sororror-show\/","title":{"rendered":"Sororror Show"},"content":{"rendered":"
Ladies and gents, I have a confession: I watch the crappiest, most
sensationalist reality shows and \u2018documentaries\u2019 \u2013 as long as I
think no one\u2019s looking. However, my latest one is so bad and so
compulsive that I\u2019ve forced at least three friends to watch episodes with
me. It\u2019s car crash TV, it\u2019s Two Minutes Hate strung out for 45: it
is Channel 4\u2019s Sorority Girls<\/strong><\/a>.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Described by one friend of mine as \u2018hate crack\u2019,
Sorority Girls<\/strong> is a reality TV show based around five girls
from American sororities doing the standard reality TV show whittle to
find their perfect \u2018sisters\u2019 in the UK and form
Britain’s first ever sorority. That\u2019s right: it\u2019s
The Apprentice<\/strong> for female friendship. Didn\u2019t realise
you had to jump through hoops, sing songs and outperform others to be
friends? Think again.<\/p>\n
However, obviously not everyone wants to be friends with everyone
– so there’s a selection process. In
Sorority Girls<\/strong> it begins with an interview in which
each potential new member (or \u2018PNM\u2019 \u2013 this thing
has
more jargon than a pick-up artist convention<\/a>) is
interviewed about themselves by the five, identically-dressed,
rictus-smile-wearing members. Questions include \u201cCan you
talk me through your outfit?\u201d, \u201cCan you show us your
best dance move?\u201d and \u201cDo you think we\u2019re heading
for a double dip recession?\u201d Seriously, WTF? EXPLAIN WHY
YOU WORE THOSE CLOTHES! DANCE FOR US, MONKEY! NO, HONEST
WE\u2019RE INTELLECTUAL!<\/p>\n
If you get through this hoop, you’re allowed (gee,
thanks) to pledge your loyalty to the sorority, and you become
a \u2018pledge\u2019 – not to be confused with a
fully-initiated sorority sister. YOU HAVE AGES YET TO GO.
REPEAT: AGES.<\/p>\n
At this stage, you get the hazing<\/a>.
Interestingly, Channel 4 avoided the h-word for the whole
series. Fraternities especially are infamous for their
often-dangerous hazing \u2013 usually mixes of brutality,
alcohol and stupidity \u2013 and stories of student deaths are
sadly all too
frequent<\/a>. However, though sororities are not
completely free of violence<\/a>, in the main their selection
processes are known for being far more about judgement,
humiliation, and policing each others\u2019 behaviour. All for
the grand prize of… being friends.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t know about you, but I don\u2019t want friends
that\u2019d do that to me.<\/p>\n
By the 1970s (when my mother was at university in the
States) sorority and fraternity membership was waning and
seen by many as old fashioned and uncool, but from the
mid-1980s onwards a revival has been going on, in much the
same time period as the rise of the Christian right wing.
Though religion and politics are never explicitly mentioned
in
Sorority Girls<\/strong>, the girls do seem to be
preoccupied with furthering a socially conservative
(chaste, sober, uncontroversial) set of values under the
disguise of helping the pledges \u2018develop\u2019 and
\u2018improve\u2019 themselves.<\/p>\n
In the selection process of
Sorority Girls<\/strong>, pledges are admonished
for wearing too much make-up, for having two drinks
in their hands at once, for having a hint of
‘attitude’, for being too loud, for
being too quiet, for not getting on well enough with
the specially-shipped-in frat boys, for getting
along
too<\/em> well with the frat boys… In other
words it\u2019s the worst of Queen Bee girlie
bullying behaviour. The worst put-down these girls
have seems to be \u2018that\u2019s
inappropriate\u2019 \u2013 but at the same time,
what
is<\/em> appropriate isn\u2019t particularly
clear. One girl got thrown out for questioning
why, if fake eyelashes were banned, fake nails
were still allowed.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s Mean Girls<\/strong><\/a>. It\u2019s the Heathers<\/strong><\/a>. It\u2019s high
school crap, but in my experience, by the
end of school (and certainly by uni)
social groups had diversified enough that
we were done with that shit<\/em>. If
the Queen Bees didn\u2019t approve of me
at age 13, they could try (and often
succeeded) to make my life miserable. If
they didn\u2019t like me by age 17: Meh.
Shrug. Fuck’em. I had friends and
interests far away from their spheres,
and likewise I think they\u2019d often
also either grown up or moved on,
because all of a sudden we were
all just people<\/em>. Classmates
with more going on in our lives than
our clothes, deportment or how we wore
our hair. I see most of the behaviour
on
Sorority Girls<\/strong> as a
flashback to the bad old days of my
early-to-mid-teens, and it depresses
me beyond words that so many young
women willingly submit to this
– putting themselves through
this self-esteem grinder – in
the hope that they will be let into
the club so that they too can become
as composed as their frenemy
tormentors.<\/p>\n
There are also elements of the
induction on the programme which
appear to be cult-like
brainwashing (regular sleep
disruption, fake kidnappings,
physical trials, deliberately
bringing people emotional highs
followed quickly by lows) as well
as possibly encouraging a kind of
Stockholm Syndrome. One ritual
involves the girls holding Greek
letters made of ice to their
hearts until they\u2019re melted
– \u2018as it burns you, so
Sigma Gamma will always be burned
onto your heart\u2019. At one
point (in front of their families)
the would-be members pledge their
commitment to the sorority above
family, and by the end, cheerfully
chant and praise and dance at the
drop of a hat.<\/p>\n
What Are Friends For<\/h3>\n
Past and Present<\/h3>\n
In The Club?<\/h3>\n