Having the ability to identify someone’s fraternity by a single Facebook photo. TSM.

The kiss he gives the back of your neck when you claim to need help putting on your pearls. TSM.

Duck boots are the new rain boots. TSM.

So many themes. So little time. TSM.

My little black book is full of cocktails. TSM.

I’m not drunk. I just can’t feel anything. TSM.

Dog tags are the military’s lavalieres. TSM.

All of the doodles in your notebook being sorority-related. TSM.

Being voted “Most likely to have a hidden wild side.” TSM.

“Though we adore men individually, we agree that as a group they’re rather stupid.” TSM.