He proposed with a monogram necklace that had his last initial. TSM.

My mom passed away before I went to college so I never knew I was a legacy…and I ended up in her sorority anyway. TSM.

Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys. TSM.

Being voted Sweetheart because I’m actually friends with the guys, not because I sleep with them. TSM.

Carrie in the closet, Charlotte on the streets, Miranda in the classroom, Samantha in the sheets. TSM.

Being able to spot a Greek woman a mile away, even without her letters on. She has impeccable fashion sense, is in amazing shape, and walks with a confidence that comes with being an individual part of a collective, exclusive whole. TSM.