Walking down East Franklin Street, one can’t help but notice the sororities practicing for rush — the process of accepting new members that includes meet-and-greets, matching t-shirts, as well as morale-boosting dances and cheers.
At first glance, these rituals can seem odd to an outsider —interested onlookers can be found sitting on the sundial by the planetarium to watch the spectacle. But is sorority rush really that weird?
Moseying around a grungy house party, one can’t help but notice that the social rituals there are also pretty predictable. Most interactions start with an enthusiastic, “How was your summer?!”
The expected response is almost always positive — tales of path-defining summer internships and sexy vacations. What comes next is a choreographed dance of half-hugs, animated smiles and introductions.
If one were to strip away the dances, sorority traditions and color-coordinated outfits, one would find that sorority rushing at its core is no different than any other social ritual. At the start of the school year, we are all rushing.