The automatic “she’s not that cute” when your best friend mentions her ex’s new fling. TSM.

Dry rush is a lot like the prohibition. TSM.

Believe in your selfie. TSM.

If I don’t remember, it didn’t happen. TSM.

“Oh, we don’t have favorites. We like to hang out with all of the fraternities on campus.” TSM.

50 shades of glitter. TSM.

On a scale from 1-formal, how drunk were you last night? TSM.

Feeling both proud and humiliated when your boy tells you you’re the first girl he’s cried over. TSM.