Amanda Seyfried photographed by Craig McDean for W Magazine (April 2014).
Here’s my face in case y’all missed it.
It feels like it’s been 5 years and a day since the last time I logged on to Tumblr. I have a horrible tendency to get so busy and forget about it. And then a year later log in and find everything’s changed, I’ve gained new followers (what up) and find I still, after a year, have nothing to write about. At least I’m reliable for that.
This weekend, two students in my school committed suicide. A few upperclassmen got thousands of sticky notes and wrote nice sayings on them and put one on every single locker in the school in hopes of lifting everyone’s spirits and making sure everyone knows that they aren’t alone
((This deserves more notes.))
Recently, I read an article on the TSM website called “47 Confessions From A REAL Sorority Girl”. I was intrigued, so I read it. After going through her list, I realized that a lot of things on her list were similar to my life as well, only I don’t rep letters the way the writer does. GDI has become a household term around college campuses, and I can personally attest to the fact that I am SICK of hearing it. Whenever I meet a new guy on campus, regardless of if he’s in a fraternity or not, nine times out of ten, the second question after asking my name usually is usually, so what sorority are you in? Just to preface this, I did participate in fall formal rush, accept a bid from a sorority my freshman year, and gained status as a new “baby”. However, after two month of pledging, I decided that Greek life wasn’t something I personally wanted to be a part of. Not because I was hazed, not because I didn’t fit in. But because I feared it may completely consume my life and I wasn’t ready to label myself in my first year of college. I still maintain lots of good friendships with many Greek men and women and have upmost respect for them. I can see the positive benefits of being Greek, such as holding yourself and sisters accountable, maintaining a certain GPA, and giving back to the community through philanthropic events. However, for me personally, I chose not to be a Greek woman. Since then, I feel as if I’ve been labeled as a GDI. While there’s nothing wrong with being Greek, there’s also nothing wrong with not being Greek. The name itself has gained a negative connotation. There’s an image now attached to GDI- someone who wears cargo shorts, doesn’t want to “pay for friends”, watches BBC, goes to Indie bars, thinks joining a Greek organization is conforming, etc. It’s become a derogatory term, an insult. I hope this list doesn’t step on anyone’s toes, but I think it’s time to shed some light on an average “GDI’s” life in a typical college town.
That being said, here’s 47 confessions from this God Damn Independent.