I actually pledged, against my better judgement. I just didn’t actually join.
One night, they liquored up all the pledges, confiscated all keys, wallets and cell phones, and then drove us to a closed, deserted dunkin’ donuts parking lot along Route 1. There we were told that we were being left there, and our task was to find a way home (like hitchhiking) or walk back to campus. Six girls, alone and without money or communication methods, out in the middle of nowhere by a highway at 2 AM. Some drunker than others, too. Right.
The plan, among the sisters, was to hide nearby, watch us freak for a while, and then offer us rides just as we started to panic. I learned this later. The situation as it stood was one I found unacceptable. Using a trait that has come in handy all my life, I came up with a split second alternative solution no one had planned on.
As the other pledges began to look around at each other and wring thier hands, and the sisters walked back to their cars. I made a run for it, beating them there and hopping onto the hood of one car. I announced I was taking the car hostage. I’d trade it for a lift, of course. But they couldn’t drive it with me sitting there. The driver laughed at me and said she’d just get a lift with the others. I stared her down and calmly, seriously said that was fine, I’d just break a window and then hotwire the ignition. (Bullshit, of course, but she bought it).
At this point I no longer wanted part of this sorority (it was supposed to be a service sorority, and I was dumb enough to believe them when they said ‘no hazing’). All I wanted was to go home. There was a small stand-off where she threatened arrest for vandalism, and I threatened to see a detailed account of thier dangerous and very illegal hazing made it to the desk of the Dean of Student Affairs and the front page of the Targum-- you didn’t really want your Charter, didya?.
After that, I never saw sororities/fraternities as anything other than nutty, irresposible and even downright dangerous.