Your fratdaddy knowing that he can laugh at misogynistic TFMs all day, but if he ever treated you unkindly, he’d be ironing his own shirts and making his own sandwiches in a heartbeat. TSM.

Headband Headache. TSM.

“Oh, I like your outfit too, except when I dress up as a frigid bitch, I try not to look so constipated.” TSM.

Always the ex-girlfriend the parents miss the most. TSM.

Being thoroughly ashamed at all the anti-football TSMs because true sorostitutes watch, understand, and enjoy football with their fratdaddies. And take care of all that comes with the tradition. TSM.

Getting the sudden urge to rear-end anyone with an Obama 2008 bumper sticker. TSM.

I don’t dye my hair or starve myself to stay thin. I don’ t look down upon lower tier sororities. I’m not getting my MRS degree but an MBA instead. I can make a fantastic sandwich, award winning cupcakes and unbutton an Oxford and khakis with one hand. TSM.

All I want for Christmas is a Tiffany’s bracelet and my period. TSM.

Okay geed, you may think I “bought” my friends but at least I don’t have to take photos of myself in the bathroom just so there’s pictures of me on Facebook. TSM.