“Naked Lunch? What a fuckin’ rip, dog - there wasn’t a fuckin’ pair of tits in that whole movie. Just Robocop and a fag dude, and I was totally stoked for Robocop to waste his pussy ass and he didn’t even have a fuckin’ gun. No tits, no guns, no lunch - ah, shit, dog, let’s go get fuckin’ wasted.”
Actually, I would be 6 years older than the frosh girls to which I was referring. I never claimed to be 47.
And yes, I do consider myself to be in a separate, and higher category of homo sapiens than screaming teenage girls. Sue me. 
En masse, any college kids are annoying.
But the marching band’s worse than any sorority. Not only could we giggle just as badly as the sorority girls, but we had FLUTES and TRUMPETS, too.
And we had drummers. Nothing is worse than twenty-five stoned percussionists with drumsticks.
E.
Mistake #1.
Gabe. Oh, Gabe, Gabe, Gabe, Gabe…Gabe. First mistake: You took your g.f. Second mistake: You didn’t take your camcorder. Third mistake: You didn’t take the little trollops to a divey bar and get them all wasted drunk. Fourth mistake: After when you should have gotten them trashed, you didn’t get them to flash their boobies, make out with serious tongue action, and film the entire escapade. What is wrong with you?
It was bloody hot!!
Hang on a sec, I’ve got the list here somewhere.
When someone gives me the “at least I didn’t need to pay for my friends” line, I have to say, “looking at your friends, you got what you paid for”.
Anyway, you don’t pay for the friends, you pay for a place to live. There’s no guarantee anyone in the fraternity house will even like you once you’re in.
Sorority girls are a special breed though. There is nothing more annoying than 20 drunk girls screaming WOOOOOOOOO!!! whenever ABBA is played, getting bitchy whenever they aren’t the center of attention and puking all over the place.
Look, if you can get them to flash the boobies and make out, you’re making lemonade outta those lemons right then. If you can post mpegs on the Internet you’ve created some vintage limoncello.
I guess this just proves that there aren’t that many 18 year old sorority girls on the SDMB. Now if you had pitted fat people in SUVs who like to slow down when they’re being tailgated, this thread would be at 10 pages already…
And who talk on their cell phones!
We didn’t throw parties with sororities because we liked the sound of WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The name of the play is Vanities, and the linked review mentions the “Keys to the Kngdom of God” slogan, but I couldn’t find the “something, something” that fills in the blank which has been making you mildly nuts. I might remember if I had seen the drama more recently than my college years (1977-81).
OK, some of those are pretty funny.
In 1981 it was a made-for-HBO movie with Shelley Hack, Annette O’Toole and Meredith Baxter. It should be available for rental somewhere in the world.
You know it’s not just sorority girls. Pretty much any loud, yappy bitch who thinks she should be the center of attention sucks to be around.
It’s amazing how many fraternity members will bridle at any suggestion of the “frat boy” stereotype, but are happy to buy into the “sorority girl” stereotype at the drop of a hat.
Because “paying for friends” is not a stereotype. It’s something losers say because they are pissed off about not getting in a fraternity. People who legitimately don’t join fraternities don’t join because they just aren’t interested in the lifestyle. They don’t hold animosity against fraternities (unless someone threw a toilet through their window or something).
While stereotypes are often inaccurate, people who join fraternities should expect that at some level there will be:
-alchohol
-drugs
-lound noises
-parties
-macho bullshit
-a messy house
Really? It’s only people rejected from fraternities who say this? Who knew?
I’m sure you’ll be happy to back up that assertion with some evidence.
I keep reading the title of this thread as “I pity sorority girls”.
And I do. It seemed to me that the ratio of nice ones to entitled spoiled brats ran about 1:40 in college. It seems this hasn’t changed, much.
As to frat boys–having dated an RA of a frat (a frat that got into trouble with its charter and so had a min-police–the RA–from national come to stay)–I’d say that immature, sexist, misogyny, irresponsible substance abuse and vanadalism is spot on.
I would find another movie theater, if I were you…