Southern women know the four deadly sins: having bad hair, having bad manners, cooking bad food, and wearing too much makeup in the summer. TSM.

Never ever letting your sisters drunkenly eat Taco Bell. TSM.

Sidebangs: the female frat swoop. TSM.

Sometimes I feel bad for the girls who do their own hair and stuff for formal. Even my dog gets her nails done and a hot oil treatment for the big day. TSM.

Losing your inhibitions for a swoop and a blazer. TSM.

Will bake for adderall. TSM.

I’m not going to be running a household. I’ll make my fratdaddy hire a nanny and maid to do it for me. TSM.

I only eat on days I don’t drink… So Mondays. TSM.

Getting ready for a night out to Wagon Wheel. TSM.

Earning my Masters in PoliSci so I can earn my MRS with a politician. TSM.

I’ve never drunkenly made out with a girl. TSM.

You can hate me, but your boyfriend sure doesn’t. TSM.

Going out tonight, so I’m wearing bright colored underwear. They’re easier to find on my Fratdaddy’s floor in the morning. TSM.

Getting called a “snotty little bitch” and taking it as a compliment because all you heard was “little.” TSM.

I can show off my legs in February. Just one more reason life is better in the South. TSM.

I only go to the gym to scope out boys and allow myself to use mixers. TSM.

Regina, Gretchen, and Karin. TSM.

My favorite game to play while driving around campus with my sisters is “GDI or freshman?” TSM.

We can be fake, just not our bags or clothes. TSM.

I’m not insulting you, I’m describing you. TSM.