- You don’t want to exist in a place where boys aren’t allowed in bedrooms.
- This is college. Not your dad’s house.
- And you’re not about to make them leave the living room at 10 p.m. because of curfew.
- You’re not about to do anything because of curfew. Because curfew isn’t a word in your vocab anymore.
- If you thought your parents played favorites, just wait until you coexist with a house mom.
- You know that “in house” chef who everyone brags about? Yeah. She feeds you fried food every day.
- And you’re actually trying to not gain 200 pounds before your twenty-first birthday.
- Or on the flip side, she only serves healthy shit, and you want to get your carb fill while your metabolism is still in overdrive.
- Why would you ever want to live where the standards chair lives?
- Or a place where being “dry” is enforced?
- Sure, girls break that rule. But you don’t want “home” to be a location where you can’t walk around sans-clothes, drinking directly from the bottle.
- Plus? Not being able to keep alcohol in the house? Nope. Not for you.
- Weed. You can’t smoke weed.
- Okay. You can smoke weed if you’re sneaky. But sneaking around the house mom when you’re high AF sounds like your personal version of hell.
- So. Much. Yelling. All. The. Time.
- Or so many people telling you to keep it down when all you want to do is live your loudest life.
- You love your sisters, but the thought of being around them 24/7 makes you low key want to die.
- And having to make small talk with new members when they get lost and wind up in your room? Pshhh.
- Masturbate. How the fuck are you supposed to masturbate?
- And fuck? How the fuck are you supposed to fuck?
- In the car like some type of high school quasi-virgin?
- You get roped into things you really don’t want to do.
- Like going out.
- Or being DD.
- Or volunteering at a retirement home for sick, vegan, animals — or whatever your philanthropy is.
- You can’t lie and say you’re sick to skip chapter.
- Or that your tire is flat.
- Or that your cat died.
- Because guess what? Every lives with you, so they can pop in and check on you.
- PLUS, you can’t have cats in house. So everyone knows that you’re one bitch without a pussy.
- Fifty girls, five showers.
- And if you have any qualms about pooping in public, this whole situation is your worst nightmare.
- You’re basically on campus, so it’s hard to find an excuse not to go to class.
- And everyone knows your schedule, so if you don’t go, someone on exec will guilt you for it.
- Sharing a room with three other girls? Sounds like a recipe for disaster.
- And if you decide to spend more and more time at your boyfriend’s house, you’re guaranteed to get a whole bunch of crap about it.
- Someone will always be in your parking spot.
- So you’ll always have to write a cunty Facebook post about it.
- “Ladies! I just tried to park, but there’s a red Jetta in my spot. We’ve mentioned a million times that ONLY in house girls can park here. Please move it immediately because I have to get to class.”
- Your closet is everyone’s closet.
- And your new shirt that cost a whole paycheck and that you haven’t worn yet?
- Yeah. A new member who thinks she lives in house is going to borrow it for her date with some fuckboy and spill vodka cran all down the front.
- Girls are just hanging out in your bed all of the time.
- And you’ll honestly never get a second alone. Ever.
- Plus, during recruitment, initiation, Greek week, homecoming, socials, and literally any event, people are crowding in your room at all hours leaving their shit everywhere.
- And while you love the idea of hanging out with your sisters from dawn until dusk, you’d rather love them from afar.
- While smoking a blunt, getting drunk, and getting laid.
Some girls just aren’t cut out for the in house life..