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Let's start the ship show. When I was eighteen years old, I became
an Alpha FI sister at the University of Maryland. Three years after disaffiliating from
the chapter and three days before graduating college, I released the first season of
Snapped, a tell all podcast series about my sorority experience. Since the release
of season one, I've interviewed forty current or former Greek Life members, including
some Greek Life adjacent individuals. These are their stories. I'm Lucy Taylor,
your host and favorite excommunicated sister. This is snapped snapped, so like for
those who don't know, way we can like we go like six hour drive
away. They're usually like Beecher Mountain weekends. No one is sober. Everyone
brings a date. There is a lot of unwritten social rules. One of
the expectations of away weekend is that the girls ring the booze the food,
and make a cooler. You have to go out and buy a cooler and
like say it down and paint it. There's an expectation for sex. Everyone
wants to go. All sorority girls want to go. All non sorority girls
who know about them want to go. A lot of people setting up other
people, whether it be line dates for away weekend or someone that you might
not necessarily have known super well, or it seemed like a lot of the
people that I knew and the sisters that I saw that went that went with
these random guys were like, Oh, I don't think this guy's cute at
all, but he's inviting me, so I'll say yes, and I just
won't sleep with him. I'll be fine. And then they'll come back from
the weekend and they'll be like, oh yeah, like I did end up
sleeping with him, but like it's fine. So what do you think happens
when you put unlimited alcohol entitled frat brothers and a coupled up sleeping situation hours
away from campus? And who's going to bear the weight of those consquences.
In the article The Dark Power of Fraternities, Caitlin Flanagan notes that fraternities are
the one industry in the country in which every aspect of serving alcohol can be
managed by people who are legally too young to drink it. With America's drinking
age is twenty one, fraternities are able to hold full rain over the alcohol
distribution on college campuses, and with this power comes a unique monopoly over the
underage drinking scene. Last week, we learned about the immense pressure that's put
on sebrity women. Not only is it so important that they attend fraternity social
events, but it's even more important that they uphold their chapter's desired image while
attending. Away Weekend also known as formal Weekend, is one of the various
social events where these expectations are upheld. Now, I could blab for hours
about this Greek sponsored binge drinking extravaganza, but I think someone else should tell
us about it instead. Once upon a time, in the land of College
Park, Maryland, lived a jeed named Margo. It was Margo's junior year
when a fraternity prince asked her to be his date on a weekend away.
The guy who asked me, I think i'd met him my freshman year and
we had like made out once or something, and we would just bump into
each other off and on throughout the years at the bars or whatever, and
I think he just needed a date, Like I remember he asked me very
last minute. But for my friend group, it was very much like,
oh, it's so exciting. You know, we're not in sororities, but
oh my gosh. You know, I got asked to an away weekend and
I think he had asked me like a few days before the trip, and
I remember he wanted to leave on a Thursday, and I was like,
oh, I have classes, Like, I can't leave on Thursday during the
day. I have class on Friday. And he said, well, you
know, I'm a senior and if you can't leave on Thursday, then I
just don't think you know what's gonna work. I'm like, you are the
one who asked me like two days before we're leaving or whatever. But I
think in the end I decided to skip those classes anyways, and I was
at like a really shit point mental health wise, anyways, and away weekend
kind of came as this excuse to run away from my problem. One of
the expectations of away weekend is that the girls bring the booze, the food
and make a cooler. I think I felt bad because if everyone else is
getting a cooler, I need to make him something. So I didn't have
time to make it cooler. But I remember I bought and painted a flask.
We to drive like three hours. It was the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania
was. There was snow on the ground by the time we got to whatever
town it was. But I just remember that car Red was so awkward because
it was just him and I sitting in the back seat. There was all
this like shit piled up so high in the car, and we were like
crammed together, and I really wasn't interested in him, So I guess I
was kind of playing him in a way too, where I was like,
I'm just going because I wanted an excuse to get out of town and go
to the mountains. I was also expecting like hiking and outdoor activities, and
I quickly came to learn that none of that was going to be had.
I think I knew two of the guys in the fraud, and I didn't
know anybody else. I didn't know any girls there. I think like the
first night, when he thought, you know, something might happen, he
was doing a little bit of introducing me to people, but then he would
just like get drunk and go off with his friends. So then it's kind
of me by myself trying to navigate who can I talk to or whatever,
and no one really went out of their way to talk to me. I
think that's part of the reason I was drinking so much, was because I
was so socially awkward and anxious. The whole time we would wake up,
people would start drinking right off the bat, you know, mimosas or whatever.
The frat had rented out three or four houses, and I was in
the senior house. There was a designated party house. We wouldn't make our
way over there to stay drink. Everyone would get really drunk. He would
go back, like have a nap or eat some food, and then go
back to the party house for the night party and then go to bed and
started all over again. But there was one morning where like we woke up,
I think there was like three sets of bunk beds. We're like on
one of the lower bunks, you know, there's other guys in the room
too, And it was a single bed and this was a really tall man.
I was on the inside of the bed, he was on the outside,
and like it was me and then the wall. He was like kept
scooching closer to me, and it was like I kept scooting away and there
was nowhere else for me to go, and there was the wall, and
he leaned in for a kiss, and I just kind of like I know
where to go. And so yeah, he did kiss me, and I
was just like, you know, I too hungover and like leapt out.
I think he just started getting more and more pissed than I wasn't going to
give in. It's also like he wasn't doing a good job of trying to
like come off as this like flattering gentleman who I might like find interest in.
For him, It's like I'm here, I invited you here, so
this has to happen, and I'm a senior. Oh my god, the
amount of times that I heard like, Oh, we're seniors, this,
this is what we do because we're seniors. It was like so much pride
in it, and there was so much of this like, oh, well,
this is our last year, so we need to have everything we want.
And by the end of away weekend, I mean, he never spoke
to me again. He was so mad at me, and it was just
kind of this build up level of him getting kissed at me the whole weekend,
first because I want to sleep with him, and then because I went
to the emergency room and and he never spoke to me again. We'll check
back on Margo soon. In the meantime, I want you all to meet
Lizzie. I went to the University of Colorado at Boulder in twenty sixteen,
and I joined a sorority my fall semester. I got to the point in
the sorority where I was filling out the application to live in the house next
year, so like I was in it, and then something just like hit
me and I was just like done. I literally dropped the sorority. I
withdrew from classes, and I was on a flight back to New York,
like probably within a week. In her first semester of college, Lizzie attended
a formal weekend in Aspen, Colorado. I had never met the kid before.
He just didn't know like a girl to go with. I was like
down to go, Like it's the frat formal to be at the frat that
I went with. They rent a house up in Aspen, so three hours
north, up in the mountains. I was the first semester of freshman going
with an older guy. Like it was just a big deal to me.
The four of us drove up in a car. It was like the winter
in Colorado, so there's snow and it's freezing. We were like ripping bone
taking shots in the car, so like eating, driver was drinking and ship.
When you're driving up there there's one road, so it's like there was
a line of cars going up and it was all of us on the road
and like you just felt the vibes like going up the mountains were there.
It's one windy little road, all these cars. Every car was fucked up.
That should have been my first red flag, honestly. We secondly got
there, we changed into bikinis and like that was it. If you wear
a bikini and you wear like a cute jacket and like you don't wear anything
else. Like there was one night where we went to like a nice dinner
or whatever, and we went out to dinner in Aston If for those don't
who don't know, like it is like a bougie town. You wear like
you're Louis Baton Gucci, Like ladies are wearing like heels and fur and like
driving in g wagons. Like it was kind of like a group feeling of
like we like we have money, yeah, like and we're here to fuck
shit up. The hotel every year would get ruined and they would just pay
it off and like they could go back the next year. If you saw
the pictures and stuff of the hotels like after, you'd be like, how
is this hotel allowing them to come back every single year? And I think
it was just because they paid them off. You know, their dads were
all rich like lawyers or whatever. They're like, oh, dad, like
we needed five hundred extra dollars to cover damages. They rented this Chalet hotel.
There was a pool and a hot tub in the middle, and then
the balconies of each hotel room were overlooking pool, so there was probably like
three stories of just frat and girls like just partying, hanging off balconies like
so like the frat like dominated the hotel. There was no one else in
the hotel. They rented out the whole thing. Yeah, they're in a
beautiful town, surrounded by mountains, blue skies, snow in a bikini in
a hot tub, like this is college. I could imagine. It was
very expensive. I didn't obviously didn't pay, but yeah, I could imagine.
So it's the first night at the hotel. The guys are just handing
us all alcohol. Me and my date. You know, we're flirting while
we're like kissing all night. Like we're sleeping in the same bed that night,
so we know that this is happening. As the night is going on,
I can feel my heart starting to race faster. The lights are getting
brighter, like everything is just intensified. And I've done Molly before, so
I know the feelings. We weren't being told something, and all of the
girls around me are feeling the same thing. I started questioning it to my
date. When I asked him about what we're drinking, he would just say,
oh, I don't even worry about it. Like, are you having
fun? I'm like, yeah, I am having fun, So it's fine.
I like, I don't even think I drink that much. Maybe we
haven't eaten that much, but I'm like, no, I feel something else.
My heart is beating out of my chest. My pupils I look and
they're laugh. We were literally like drinking out of bottle, so it was
like they had to have put it into the bottles orally asked the guy.
I'm like, am I rolling right now? Like what's going on? Like
if you feel like you're rolling? Who's like my mom? Like we were
gonna do hell? Like if you want Molly, like I could get you
Molly, like just ask, like I'm down to do it. And I'm
like na, like I'm good. Like we're drinking and like this is the
first night, Like I'm going to be here for three more days, Like
I'm not going to take Molly the first night. So I was like I'm
good, but I knew. I was like fucked up. I knew.
And when you're drinking on it, it's a very thin line of like I'm
okay too, I am not okay. The next day I woke up and
my head was pounding after you take molly to kind of go through like a
depression. So the next morning I was like sad and like hated myself for
no reason. We probably went to sleep at four am the night before and
woke up with the sun and started doing it all over again, and this
time they were saying mimosas and Molly. It was literally eight am. Yeah,
despite it being a felony, drugging others without their consent is a pretty
common activity in fraternity world, and away weekend is not the only fraternity data
event where this ship occurs. Let's talk Babe in a bottle for example.
Yep, you heard that correctly, Babe and a bottle. Here, a
former fraternity social chair from the University of Maryland will explain. So in fraternity
culture there's a few data events. There's Babe in a Bottle, which you
don't even get me started on the history of the name. So Babe in
a bottle. You bring a babe and you bring a bottle, and you're
supposed to quote unquote finish them both by the end of the night. That's
the etymology of Babe in a bottle. Babe in a bottle you always tell
people, don't finish their bottles. But the freshman always bring hard liquor always,
and the freshman, no, you're supposed to finish the bottle, Like
there's a lot of pressure to finish the bottle. Like the freshman they'll bring
like fits of like hard liquor and then finish it. Like my first Babe
in a Bottle that I planned, I took call nine one one on a
girl. I spoke with Elena, a umd Alumna, who was a roof
feed at her boyfriend's fraternity's Babe in a Bottle event. Elena was never in
a sorority, but her boyfriend was in a frat. Frats keep their ships
so secretive, like it's only for the bros. But as a girlfriend,
you kind of get to have that like look over your boyfriend's shoulder privilege,
Like you get to see the group chat kind of. So you got to
like see the group me like over your boyfriend's shoulder. Yeah, that's what.
Like it was never like I never like took his women like let me
go through the right right, But like I mean naturally, like if you're
with someone like you see like exactly like you're too if you're laying in bed,
like exactly, or it's like, oh, like what did they say
or something, and they'll be like, oh, like they just said this
in the group, me like yeah, exactly. Like but basically, my
boyfriend at a time and I were on vacation and we were looking through his
email for like our tickets to something, and there were two emails that I
was like absolutely horrified by. I wrote it down. If you want me
to read it, oh, I'm already the first email. This was before
another Babe in a bottle says brothers by now you should have found yourself a
nice lady friend to bring tonight. Warning, don't drink too much or your
weapon of ass destruction might not fire when you need it. Remember, let
the liquor do the talking. No you can't actually have hard liquor, don't
bring it. I hope you all make sexy time. I remember specifically this
one conversation because it was by father was problematic thing I ever heard. A
While I was in their house, there were these two guys like they were
both talking about hookups and the guy was like yeah, like she was so
blacked out, like she probably doesn't even remember it, and they were like
joking about it. About how like the girl that he got with the so
blacked out that she wouldn't remember sex. And yet I know that this frat
does more sexual self prevention stuff than the other frats, and that they've had
conversations about these things. I know that they have members in certain student organizations
and stuff like that that specifically work on these things, and yet like these
conversations are still being hand. It was Elena's freshman year when she went as
her boyfriend's date to Babe in a Bottle. So basically the idea is that
you and your date finish a bottle of wine or alcohol and they do like
a pregame, and then they do the actual event. We were at the
pregame. We brought like a bottle of wine, but at some point we
find out that one of his frat brothers we were talking to had put zanex
in his drink as a joke. What we also realized was that the cup
which had the wine with the zanex had gotten poured back into the bottle that
both of us drank out of, so we had to move from the pregame
to the party. So like, instead of drinking it all, he poured
it back into the battle, which is probably a good thing if it didn't
have zan X in it, but we didn't know that it had zan X.
We leave. The rest of the night is like relatively fine. I
thought that I just drank more than I realized, but like, other than
that, like nothing horrendous happened. Thank god. It was like the next
day we found out that the guy who had put the Zanex in his drink
had told a bunch of other members of the fraternity that he had done it
as like a joke, like to kind of brag a little yep, yep.
He said it himself and spread it to like multiple people the fraternity.
Had said that he was going to, as punishment, have to like work
door duty for like two days, and I was like, well, that
doesn't seem fair at all, but whatever, I'm going to let it go.
But luckily I am surrounded by lawyers in my life because of my own
personal and professional goals, and I ended up talking to one of them and
explaining the situation. And she was the first person he was like, that's
very illegal, Like what you're telling me is extremely concerning to me. Because
I said to her, I said, look like my boyfriend keeps telling me
he wasn't even trying to drug you. He was trying to drug me,
Like it's not a big deal. And she was like, it doesn't matter
what he was trying to do. If you put a drug in somebody to
drink, whatever happens from there on out is your fault. You are responsible
for that. So if that cup had gotten put down and somebody had drinking
out of it and had a reaction, like a medical reaction, he would
have been responsible for that, because as soon as you put that out there,
it's out of your control. And I was like, you know,
I want to see consequences for him, but I don't want it to come
back on my boyfriend. And I knew that if I did anything that hurts
the frat as a whole, that I was going to fall back on him,
and therefore I was gonna lose a part of my support system. I
don't want to take down the entire frat. And she was like, Okay,
well, then you're gonna have to go talk to them, because you
can't talk to anybody else because they will bring down the fraternity. The fact
that he had done it, had thought it was fun, and then had
like brought it around to all of these people that this is the thing that
he had done, or is like that's somebody who would do that to a
person in order to take advantage of them, even if they don't do it
on purpose, could put somebody in a position where like, somebody else can
take advantage of them, And so like, I need for something to happen,
And so basically I went to the president of the fraternity and told him
that because like, this is not who we are, this is not what
we do, Like, I'm so sorry that this happened, all the all
the difficult things that you would expect. I basically was like, that's great,
but this is not okay. And I said the magic words. I
said, I talked to a lawyer. If this happens again, it will
come back on the fraternity, because the idea is they knew what had happened,
they had let him remain a part of the organization. Like if he
had gone and done pretty much anything else, the fraternity could totally be held
responsible for it because they could say, this guy had a pattern of this
behavior, you knew about the behavior, you let him remain a part of
the organization. So what he's doing is now your fault because you're letting him
be a part of your organization knowing that he has exhibited these behaviors. And
so I explained this to him and he's like, Okay, I have to
talk to my executive board, but i'll get back to you. What the
fuck are these little governments? I know. I'm like, you can't make
the decision yourself. I mean, the decision was made as soon as I
said the word lawyer. But he came back to me like a couple of
hours later and was like, I just wanted you to know I just met
with my executive board. We're going to remove him from the organization. And
then that night they sent out a message to the fraternity and said, just
so that you all are aware, we've removed some money from the fraternity.
Basically, drugging people's drinks is not okay. If you have any further questions,
you can talk to the exact board. Everybody knew who was me,
because everybody knew whose drink he had drugged because he told them. And yeah,
that was the beginning of a lot of problems for me and for my
relationship, both with my boyfriend and with the fraternity. He was very upset
with me for a very long time for going to the fraternity about it.
He kept telling me that he was trying to drug me. He wasn't trying
to drug you, and which doesn't matter, Like it doesn't matter. And
I no longer felt comfortable around the fraternity because this is a guy who had
been a part of the fraternity. I was still living in one of the
satellite houses with a bunch of the guys, and like, I was getting
dirty looks, and I knew people made comments about it to him. A
couple of months later, when the president of the fraternity came in I think
in January, and it must have been in January February that he came to
me, so this must have been at the top of his list and said
can I talk to you? And I said sure. He said we want
to let him back in and I said why and he was like, well,
you know, he has like a really hard home life and like he
really has a place here, and like I think he's really learned his lesson.
And I was like, do you understand the legal liability here, Like
do you understand that you were taking responsibility for him? And he was like
yeah, I get it and like I talked to the other president about it
and it's fine. And I was like, look, I've done my part
here. I know he's still around. I know he's still doing stuff.
I'm not dumb. I've gone to your events. It's not my problem anymore.
And he was like, okay, Like I'll talk to the executive board
and i'll let you know. And I was like, you've already need the
decision. I did this thing that I knew that I had to do,
and now you're telling me you're just going to take it back. And then
he was in the fraternity, so that's dated event one. Then we have
formal for sororities. Formal is like a huge deal, but for fraternities it's
like a step up from Babe in a bottle, but it's not the biggest
deal. And then away weekend is like the head haunch. Like that is
like unless it is explicitly stated, like you are having sex with your date,
whether or not you want to admit it or not, that is the
expectation. Oh my god. I remember there's this program at the school we
got to called ten Man Plan and ten Women Plan. The goal of it
is they teach ten men and ten women in every chapter every year about sexual
assault prevention. I've done the ten man plan program four times because people don't
always want to do it and we need ten people to do it. So
that day we were talking about away weekend and the moderators they go, so,
what is expected of women at a way weekend? I was like,
well, the woman provides food, alcohol, and have sex with her date.
And then all the guys were like WHOA. And I was like,
that is not explicitly expected. But you can't sit there and pretend that it
is not expected of a woman to have sex with her date at a way
weekend. Is it written anywhere? No, but that is the expectation.
And I know girls that didn't go on your away weekend because they didn't want
to have sex with their date. I also know girls that didn't want to
go on my way weekend because they didn't want to have sex with their date.
I'm saying that my chapter is perfect in yours isn't. None of us
are perfect, and we just need to admit that. Don't be like,
oh, my chapter is perfect. That would never happen in my chapter.
That's literally what he said to me. That would never happen in my chapter.
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was on an away weekend in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania. There we'll
find her with no friends and a date that she doesn't want to hook up
with, and to make matters even worse, it's about to be her birthday.
It's the eve of my birthday, and we're partying at the senior's house
during the day and I definitely am getting pretty drunk, knocking back mimosas and
whatever I possibly can get my hands on, and not really eating anything.
I decide that I need to nap, and so I asked my date to
wake me up before midnight so that I can celebrate my birthday in the party
house with everyone. When the clock turns to midnight, I wake up from
my nap. I'm groggy as hell. I'm looking around and I don't see
anybody in my room. I look at my phone. It's twelve thirty a
yem. I missed my birthday and my date did not wake me up.
I get up. I look around. Everyone in the house is gone.
I'm like, why did I even come here? What was the point?
I'm not with my friends, I don't know any of these people. But
very quickly, I pull myself up by my bootstraps and I say, this
is not going to ruin my twentieth birthday. And I walk alone to the
party house, thinking I'm sober. So I showed up to the party house,
and I'd realized very quickly I wasn't seeing a single person there who I
knew. Like my date was around, but not really, like he wouldn't
really talk to me. There's just like an insane amount of alcohol, and
I just started going for it. I felt like I had to catch up
because the party had been going on for a couple hours. I think I
just like started grabbing handles. I don't even think I had a chaser.
I just started going for it. I remember at one point I convinced people
to sing a happy Birthday to me, but they're My memory really starts fading
because I just kept drinking and drinking and happy. I blacked out Happy book.
The next like vague memory is an ambulance UH coming to get me,
being on a stretcher, and being put into an ambulance, sent to a
hospital in the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania. Bag. I wake up in
the hospital, look up at the bright white lights, look down at my
hand, in which an eye V is inserted, and my first thought is,
fuck, what did I do? I look over and I see the
guy who went in the ambulance with me to the emergency room. He's asleep.
I checked my phone, and I have so many texts, texts from
friends who have somehow heard through the grapevine that I was not okay. My
concern is that I forced these guys to take care of me. And then,
of course I think about my parents, whose insurance I'm on and who
don't know I'm in the middle of nowhere and the Poconos. My friend wakes
up in the hospital chair. I start bombarding him with questions, how did
I get here? What happened? And I am so sorry? I asked
him where my date is. He tells me my date did not want to
go with me and was cursing me out as the ambulance picked me up.
My phone is kind of messed up and it's not really working, and I
asked my day to call me an uber because it's just not working on my
phone. The cost is extremely high. We're in the middle of nowhere,
Pennsylvania, and the nearest hospital was like a forty minute drive away. He
calls me an uber, but while texting me that he really doesn't want to
and that I should just be calling one myself, and immediately Venmo requests me.
I keep apologizing to the guy I'm with, and he keeps telling me
it's okay as long as the frat doesn't get in trouble. So my guilt
and my regret skyrockets. The frat getting in trouble. I hadn't even thought
of that as a possibility, and now I'm worried that they're going to be
reported to nationals and get on probation or somo. I'm not even in Greek
life, but somehow I still know what the consequences are when a frat gets
in trouble. I'm not thinking about any part they could have played. I'm
fully thinking about the way I have just completely pulled the plug on this frat
and how all of these guys are gonna hate me forever. I feel nauseous,
I feel anxiety higher than I've ever felt anxiety before. And it's my
twentieth birthday. I go inside and I realize that my date has left.
Two guys are left in the house, and they tell me to get my
stuff and that my date has made arrangements that I will be going back with
them. I find my fake ID on one of the tables, bent in
half. Look at the guy who went to the er with me, and
I'm like, who did this? He tells me that my date did it,
and that he wasn't saying nice things about me, calling me a bitch,
saying how much he regretted taking me. And I see that my date
has poignantly left the flask I made for him on the table with nothing but
a flask is a souvenir. Margot packed up her shame and rode back to
College Park. The week's following away weekend, I was trying to get answers
because I have no memory of when I had to go to the hospital,
but no one could really give them to me either, because everyone was so
fucked up. What happened to me felt so monumental, but it was normal.
Like I found out the same weekend, in a different away weekend gone
to jail for the frat. It was just kind of like, oh,
as long as we don't get in trouble, but this is just kind of
the norm. The guilt was eating away at me, and so we were
kind of like three guys who had helped me. Well, my date hadn't
helped me, but I felt like I needed to make amends with him.
So I literally went to the liquor store, picked up three cases of a
bud light, and borrowed my roommate's car to drive around to wherever they lived
and leave them the beer and like an apology note, because I felt so
much like I had like ruined something. The guy who went to the hospital
with me and was like, Oh, you really don't need to worry about
it, like, thank you, this is really nice, but like,
don't worry about it. President of the frat was the other guy who had
been kind of helping me, and he was just like I can't take that.
Like you listen, don't worry about it, but I like, I
can't take this. And I was like, okay, I mean it cool.
And then with my date, he just refused to speak to me.
And when I tried to, like I was like, can I give you
this to give to him, people were like, I just don't think he
wants it. You know. It made me feel like shit, no one
was checking in about me, so it felt like I had to check in
on them. Yeah. Literally I had to check in and make sure they
were okay that I went to the hospital. I took the next semester off
of school. I did not return. I didn't want to see any of
those people because I tied that to my lowest point, my biggest shame,
and my story isn't unique, you know, like that's a normal thing to
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an aspen at Mimosas and Molly. Lord help us all. So Mimosas and
Molly, I was like, I'm going to pass on this because I'm pretty
sure I just did Molly the night before, and like, I don't want
to lose all of my brains house. My date was like here, like
have this because at this point he knew everyone knew that there was Malay and
the most is this they were saying. So my day it was like here's
like champagne and here's orang juice, and like you can just have it like
for yourself. So that was that. And then as the day went on,
like we know, we're hanging out at the pool, we're running around
like everyone's kind of doing their own thing, but like alcohol is just being
passed around the hotel from the third floor like dropped down to the pool,
and like some girls are like fucked up. They're passed out there there in
the hotel room sleeping. I'm still drinking. And as the gay is going
on again, my heart started racing. My eyes were like huge, and
I was annoyed, Like I was like something's going on, and like I
don't want to be having fun, but I was having fun. Can't help
it when the music is coming. You're in a beautiful chalet in the mountains.
Like also, I don't even think we ate, you know. We'd
get like random like breakfast sandwiches and they'd be like passed around, and that
was really it. And so I was starving, so I'm like, let's
leave the hotel and get food. And so we're getting ready to leave,
and that's when I realized, like I am so fucked up. Right now,
like everything was spinning. It was like the most drunk I've ever felt.
And I started like going in and out of like blackness, and I
was thinking about it, like, honestly, don't think I drank that much.
And I was like blacking in and out. And so I went to
my date. I'm like, I don't know what's going on. I'm like,
let's just like can we hang out people? I don't want to go
back to the room, Like I'm tired, I'm hungry. Like we go
back to the room. It's like four o'clock, and that's the last thing
I remember. I wake up and I look around. I look next to
me. My date is not near me, my roommate is nowhere to be
found. I'm wearing nothing. I take the covers of off to like get
up and go to the bathroom and I feel a pain in my vagina and
I looked down and I'm bleeding. I have no recollection of what happened the
night before. I don't know when I got here, how I got here.
Obviously, this is my room, so this is where I'm staying.
But I don't remember going back, Like there's just so much of the night
before that I don't remember. I go looking through my phone, my snapchats,
like there was nothing sent. Texting my friends like they were in another
room, and like what happened to me last night? Was I out?
Like what the hell? No response from them, and I can't on my
day, I'm texting him, calling him like no response. You know when
you wake up from drinking the next day and you have that anxiety, You're
like, oh my god, what I do? Feeling map but like to
an extreme because like no one's talking to me. I'm all alone. I
can't figure it out. I go to the bathroom, I kind of clean
up. I come back in. My roommate was there. She was in
the room. I was like, do you know what happened? Like did
I have sex? Like what's going on? Why am I bleeding? Why
am I hurting? She's like I don't know, like you were fucked up
or like whatever. So I get my stuff together. It's the last day.
Like a change into a bathing suit, go outside, and like literally
everyone's just like staring at me. I find my date outside. I'm like,
what's going on? Dude? We like hook up last night? Like
I'm bleeding and I'm in pain, I be like, oh, yeah,
like we had stuffs, like you don't remember, like you were like so
jam Like I was like all right, like why am I bleeding? But
like that's fine. The day is kind of like going on. No one's
really like talking to me. Then I asked the girls, like what the
fuck is going on? And they were like, oh, you don't remember,
like you had like a threesome. There's nothing wrong with that doing that,
but it's just not my thing or like I've never done it. But
they didn't say who was with my roommate's like annoyed with me, I'm like,
did I hook up with my roommate's boyfriend? Like what's going on in
my head? I never went to like something happened to me, Like it
was just like I did something. So I'm starting to like go around to
my day, like what do we do? Last night? It changed into
like a wee thing. And he never told me flat out, but I'm
pretty sure that there was Zanex in the drinks that we were drinking at night,
So it was like a mix of molly and Dannex and alcohol and weed
and like whatever the fuck, Well, I don't even think all of the
guys knew to be completely honest with you. With that frat the older guys
would like put it in to be like funny, and like the younger guys
would get fucked up if I don't know that there's Zanex and my drink,
like I'm going to be drinking more, you know, Like I don't remember
one part of it. I kind of just tried to push it to the
back of my mind because I was stuck there as four hours away. I
didn't have my own cars, and I didn't drink. The rest of the
times we went to like fancy dinner, I didn't drink. Everyone was fucked
up, but I just kind of laid low. We're about to get into
graphic descriptions of sexual assault. If you'd like to opt out, you can
skip the next thirty five seconds. I was bleeding the whole time. I
have had sex before, and like that has never happened still to this day,
Like I've never bled like that after sex. Also, like my vagina
hurts so bad, like to give ass hurt. Yeah, So there was
like blood coming from both places. And I had never done like but stuff
before, so you could feel it like afterwards, oh my gosh. Yeah,
And like I had like bruises, Like yeah, I really didn't think
that much of it because I was more focused at the time on like what
other people thought about me. Because I wanted to be like liked I wanted
to be in on like the cool you know. I wanted to go back
next year to this away weekend and like I wanted to be like in this
group of like typical Boulder people. Like that was literally my dream from like
junior year of high school. Like it caused me so much anxiety thinking about
what are these people thinking about me? And like it wasn't even what happened
to me, and that should have been my number one concern, What the
hell happened to me that I woke up that I was leading and bruised.
It was like, why did I wake up? And everyone suddenly hates me?
But it's a week after away weekend. The whispers are still going on.
They were like, oh, like that's the threesome girl, or that's
blah blah blahst girl. My friends didn't really like talk to me. It
was like a very weird thing that I did. And they made a group
chat without me, and they would go to the frat house without me,
and though I was talking to my big whole time, she was like,
you have to say something because this isn't the first time that a girl gets
fucked up at this house and forgets what happened. So my big convinced me
to talk to a president or my sorority. It was probably like a week
or two afterwards, and I spoke to the president of the sorority and I
told her, like, I was at this away weekend and I was drugged
and something happened to me that I do not remember, and I feel very
uncomfortable, not only seeing these people, these guys, but like being on
campus. I wasn't going to my classes, I wasn't doing work. I
was like, this is taking a toll on me and I have to do
something about it. And she told me, I understand where you're coming from,
but we can't go to the frat or the school and say this because
we're going to be known as the girls that are like the snitches, because
obviously it's going to come back to us, and like because they know that
it was you, so it's obviously you that would be the ones snitching,
and we don't want to be the rats. And like we don't want to
ruin it for everyone. And I was like, I'm not snitching on anyone.
I'm just raising a concern. She's like, if they get shut down,
where are we going to do tail it? It's like I ended up
going to the bould or a counseling center. The lady at the counseling office
was like, oh, like you don't know the who was or like what
happened? So like how do you even know that this happened, which was
weird coming from a person that works for the school. But she was like
young, she probably went there, which probably wasn't a sorority. Yeah,
there's a lot of like weird ties or oh my dad was in a friend
and like he would never do anything like that, So that fred guys are
and what you think? It's very weird and it's you have to be careful
who you're like telling these things too, because then you become like the bronk
bitch you got fucked up, it had a threesome and doesn't remember it,
and it's now claiming that, like you know, it very quickly turned on
you. So if I can't even talk to like my so called sisters about
this or even the fucking school therapist, Like I can't trust anybody. I
felt very like stupid, so I kind of just like held off on like
doing anything. Also, it was during finals week. We're all dealing with
finals right now. Then we're going home for a month, Like people will
forget about it. It'll be fun. So I go home for winter break.
I don't tell anyone what happens, and I just kind of go about
my winter break. It's the start of a new semester. In my head.
Everyone forgot what happened. So when I get off the plane, I
dropped my stuff in my room and I head straight to the jardi. Everyone's
already fucked up, and so I just start drinking. I catch up with
all my friends. Like the guy that I went with, K can you
watch me? He's like, hey, you know, we're like talking.
We've kind of started like cooking up. I just liked him, like he
was hot and like it was whatever. We had a good time besides that,
and we're like cooking up in the front yard and whenever guys are like,
you know, like oh nex, like who's on joining them or like
whatever. A study published in nineteen ninety one found that fifty five percent of
campus gang rapes were perpetrated by fraternity members. I'd like to share a clip
from my interview with Max. Max is a former fraternity member from the University
of Maryland. Some of the guys they like ran a train on these two
girls. It basically means that they like like all fucked these girls. Like
the girls came back with two of the guys and then they were like having
sex and then they like subbed in another guy. Like one of them left
the room to go to the bathroom, another guy came back in in his
place, and the girls were kind of like, oh wait, like you're
someone different, and they'd be like no, like don't worry about it,
but yeah, and then they were like just trying to like get the homies
in on it. It was like like oh sho, were like running a
train and like, I don't know how many dudes I ended up actually like
going in there, think maybe like four' I don't know. Brothers who did
this like took pride in that, you know, and they liked that they
could now say that they were part of a gang bang and like they used
it as something, you know, to build their like status or their reputation,
and they thought it was the coolest fucking thing that they essentially raped these
women. So I went back to the counselor's office. I requested a new
counselor. She was older, and I was like, I need to report
a sexual like encounter that happened at this stratus. And I wasn't like saying
that I was like raped or whatever, but there was a sexual encounter that
I got hurt from. Honestly, I was bruised and I was bleeding.
I don't know what happened. I don't remember. I need to report it.
But she was like, well, there's not much like we could do
off one report, blah blah blah. I'm like, this can't be the
one report. So I go back to my sorority house. I'm like,
I just reported this. I don't care what you think. I'll disaffiliate if
you guys want me to, Like, I just need something to happen.
If you guys know anyone that also experienced because you guys told me that you
know other girls that had the same issues. Yes, we want to go
to these parties, but like, do we want to get like drugged and
like taking advantage of no so I was like trying to rally, and all
the girls were like no, like they just were like, we don't want
to be known as the girls that are like the lightweight girls, and they
didn't want their reputation to be like quote unquote ruined for like this one girl
got drunk and like fucked up. The president of my sorority kind of just
like hushed everyone. You know, she put it in their heads that if
you do this, you're going to be the snitch. Was never like we
know other girls that this happened too, and here, let me put you
in touch with them, or let's all get together and like tell the school
that there's not just one girl, there's not just two girls. It's not
just our sorority. But that never happened. No, lady, as a
whole, I knew that this was going on, and it was just like
an unspoken thing that happened, and like, oh, be careful around like
this frat or when you're doing this, or like never be alone or never
go to this room or never talk to this guy. I realized them like
if I stayed, I would either be dead from like a drug overdose or
something bad was going to happen to make and I just knew, like it
was a waste of money. I had to just leave. So I disaffiliated
from the sorority me and I'm Big at the same time, And within like
ten minutes, I received an email back from them, like confirming that I
was out. They were so quick to be like all right, like you're
out. You can deal with your problem on your own. But they were
not there to back me up, which I thought that was the whole point
of like sisterhood, like to be there for each other. That's what you
were being told during rush. Yeah, like these girls are here for you
for everything, Like it's all a lie, It is all a lot.
At the time, I hated myself. I'm like this sucks. I'm a
loser, Like everyone eats me, Like I fucked up. I thought it
was my fault, you know, like I did something or I drank too
much to cause this reaction from people. And like the fact that I still
almost five years later, don't know, like what happened is very concerning to
me. Like regardless of what I was doing that night or the night before
that I had hooked up with my date, it was not a consensual thing
that happened. Whatever happened was not consensual. I was fucked up. I
didn't know what I was doing. I didn't know what was even happening to
me. The fact that it happened and I can't remember what happened, like,
that's not sent Regardless if I said yes at the time, I was
not in the right mindset to say that, and it shouldn't have happened.
It was like within the withdrawal period of my classes that I like withdrew from
classes. I just affiliated from my stority and I came home for good.
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Lizzie did not return to Boulder. She took a semester off and then
transferred to a school in New York. So let's get this straight. While
Margot took time off from school and Lizzie transferred, the frats just carried on
with their extracurricular binge drinking activities. You learn almost right away that the sorority's
relationship with fraternities should be prioritized above all personal concerns you may face in the
process. When harm is inflicted upon the victim and they choose not to prioritize
greek life over their own trauma, they've become a liability for what the frat
has done, and the liabilities get weeded out through a systemic process of victimization,
alienation, and disaffiliation, because ultimately, no sorority wants to look bad,
and what looks worse than snitching on a frat, even when you're roofied,
even when you're raped, you're not just representing yourself, You're representing the
entire chapter. You all know Margaret Freeman by now, you know the cultural
historian who has been providing historical context throughout the season. In my interview with
Freeman, I ask if subrity women's safety ever came up in her research.
This was her response. By the nineteen fifties. In nineteen sixties, you
start to see greater concern over women's students drinking. You have campus administrators and
advisory committees for campus greek life suggesting concerns for women's safety, and this,
of course is also tied up with these concerns over women's inability to or failure
to maintain what are seems conventional standards of behavior for white middle class women.
Right. You know, they're supposed to be feminine and alluring but not sexual
in any way. And the fear here is that drinking leads to lapses in
quote unquote moral judgment, where women are then at risk of sexual assault and
rape by well, primarily their male fraternity counterparts. But they wouldn't really say
that often just bad men, men who are not of your peer group.
But but then, of course, because the sexual double standard, the understanding
here is that the women should be the ones who are responsible for keeping those
forms of violence from happening to them, right. The idea here seems to
be that if the women aren't drinking, or at least aren't drunk, they
can somehow maintain propriety for all and keep everyone out of trouble. So it's
it's always on the women, right. So the women are drinking and hanging
out with fraternity men at campus parties and tailgates and off campus dances and beach
trips because they enjoy it, right, I mean, you know, even
if they don't all enjoy the drinking, and some, I'm sure do you
know, they still may see that as part of the fun and part of
the expected social dance that they have to do to gain a boyfriend or a
husband, or just be popular. In Freeman's book Women of Discriminating Taste,
Freeman says that sororities required their members to participate in hetero social situations for the
good of the entire organization's image, but problematically wanted the individual woman to earn
responsibility for what happened once they were there. Michaela, a former zeta from
Stston University, told me how a bunch of members, including herself, were
roofied at a frat party classic. This is how the president of the sorority
reacted. Our president was in form of this event, she knew what fraternity
it was, and we had intramural flag football with them that semester and no
one was knowing that no one wanted to play. We got a lecture from
our president who knew we were drugged, and she gave us a lecture on
how we need to show up to events with this fraternity because they do so
much for us. To quote myself from Season one. If Sisterhood isn't about
coming together to support one another and make every woman feel safe, then what
is it about. It seems that the Brotherhood does a great job at protecting
each other at all costs, while the Sisterhood values being popular, which in
sorority world means being accepted and approved of by the brotherhood at all costs.
Our last interview in this episode is going to be with someone who we're going
to call Gemma. Gemma is a former sister from George Washington University. We
spoke with her earlier this season about being the VP of Recruitment. I was
a super active member of my sorority and then I was assaulted by a member
of a top tier frat. I went to my friends and they were super
supportive, but they were like, if you want something to be done about
it, should go to our sorority, especially because I am on exact So
I went to our Diversity and Inclusion chair because she also like runs the sexual
assault awareness section or whatever. We came up with a plan, I guess
you would say, just to like report it anonymously to the school. I
didn't want my name attached to it. And then she told me you could
go to our standards chair, like she might know something to do with like
standards for his frat. So I told our standards chair what happened, and
she was essentially like, oh my god, that's so heartbreaking, but I
have to tell the president. And I was like, no, I just
want this to stay between us, like it's very personal. I don't want
a ton of people knowing. I just want this guy to be out.
And she was like, unfortunately, because of my manual and like my rules,
I have to tell the president. So I had to have a conversation
with the president about what happened to me, and the President told me she
had to tell the alumni and nationals, and I asked her to keep my
name anonymous, and she did not. She called nationals and they only have
one question, and it was whether or not I was following COVID guidelines when
I was assaulted. So I called a meeting with all of exact basically being
like, we're going to talk about this, and I just want to figure
out a solution to what we can do. They just didn't want to do
anything because they thought it was a problem that they just didn't want the sorority
to be associated with, and me and the Diversity Chair were just saying,
like, these policies are outdated, like not everyone who gets assaulted wants absolutely
everyone to know about it, and if people want people to know about it,
it should be their choice. And essentially they were like, I think
that's such an amazing point that you could bring up to nationals. Me and
the diversity Chair, We're basically like, what we want to do is send
out an email as like an executive board to the President of IFC and basically
be like, this is what happened to one of our sisters and we will
no longer support you unless he's out. And in the meeting everyone was so
supportive and being like, oh my god, absolutely I'll support you on this,
like I'll put my name on the email. I think this is so
important. And so I came out of it and I was like, okay,
like that went well, Like I'm glad that something is actually going to
happen. It's happening on my terms. And then it was literally fifteen minutes
after the meeting was over and we all decided that we were going to send
this email and it was going to be great. The President asks to face
time, me and the diversity chair, and she said she talked to her
dad about it, and she no longer wanted my sorority to be a part
of it because it would ruin our reputation and there could be legal consequences.
She said, the diversity chair starts getting text from people being like, I
don't want my name on the email anymore. Actually, and it was because
the president was going through everyone on exact and face timing them and telling them
that she was taking her name off the email because it would ruin our reputation.
So one by one she got everyone on exac to say like, I
don't want to be on the email. Me and the diversity chair face timed
her. And then I said, like, it feels like you're viewing me
is nothing but a pr risk. And then she said, no, of
course I care, like you're my sister. I care about you so much.
Like it's just as president, I have to do certain things and they're
not necessarily the things I always want to do. The scariest thing about it
was seeing everyone send me these long paragraphs basically saying like I feel horrible doing
this. It doesn't feel right, but I'm being told that this isn't what's
right for the sorority. So I can't do this for you, but let
me know if I can do anything else. I wonder if the president talked
to her dad or talked to alumni. That's something that I wonder a lot
too. And this is not the first time that something like this has happened.
Which was one of the scariest things to me. Also was hearing from
like my grand big and like my great grand big, like, oh,
this happened my year. It feels like in the moment for me, it
felt like I was like the first person this has ever happened too. It's
like, no, this happens like at least once a year. The sorority
tries as hard as it can to keep it under wraps. But what you
were saying about, like whether it was her dad or alumni. After everything
that happened that night, the president's alumni counterpart reached out to the diversity chair
and asked to speak about it with her with the president alongside her, because
the diversity chair was basically just saying like I don't think you guys understand,
like you just isolated a victim of sexual assault, and the alumni counterpart said
something like, we're not vigilantes. He deserves to speak for himself and he
has no one defending him. And she also said stuff like we're here for
emotional support. We're not here to ruin someone's life. Most of my friends
are involved in Greek life, Like, if my friends are in my sorority,
they're in another sorority. And the general consensus that I've gotten from them
is like, oh, this would never happen in my chapter. My chapter
would have supported you. And it's just like the lack of understanding that it's
not a specific issue within a specific chapter. This is something that happened all
the time. After everything happened, I basically said, like, what would
really make me feel better if there was actually any sort of change to make
sure that this didn't happen again. The change that happened was everyone on the
executive board is now required to go to one Title nine training when they start
their term. And then I think the funniest thing that happened out of that
is because of the Title nine trainings, we one chapter of the year.
I wonder how many other experiences of rape have been swept under the rug and
handled internally within the sorority chapter. Margaret Freeman found little evidence of past sexual
assault allegations in her research, but she also questioned how there would be evidence
of something that's barely reported. If it's handled internally within the sorority before it
can get out to anyone else, how is there going to be any record
of it. We know that the sorority is certainly not keeping record, and
in fact they're probably ripping any record up that they might have. They probably
have a fucking shredder. However, we know that two million students are sexually
assaulted each year. If it's not swept under the rug, you can report
it to your school's Title nine office or the police. Remember Elena from earlier
this episode, who was roofied at Babe in a Bottle. Well, Alida
was also in charge of the Title nine Student Advisory Board at UMD. The
Title nine in the university will do everything that they can to not take action,
which I don't understand because in the same breath that they will tell people
in Greek life, you can then do these things. You can't have away
weekends, you can't do this, you can't do that, they will then
turn around and not hold anybody accountable for doing any of those things or anything
that happens is a part of those things. But then something happens and in
a way weekend, a frat covers up something that happens in the way weekend,
and then they're like, well, we can't hold them accountable because away
weekend, Like that's not us, And it's like, how are you deterring
them from doing that then? Because the thing is that all the fraternity is
all the sororities now and all of the administration knows too, like they know,
but Title nine at our university is focused on compliance. They're worried about
getting sued. They don't care about students. I got into an argument with
General Counsel, which is the university's lawyer, where basically I was like,
you know, the new Title nine regulations were dropping on a federal level,
and you know, I said, we need to worry about how survivors are
going to get supported throughout this process as these changes come in, and he
was like, well, anything that we do to support them is going to
skew the process. We can't do anything. It's not on us because we're
going to get sued and then the person is going to be able to come
back to the school and all this stuff. But I mean, the reality
is that people don't get expelled even if they are found responsible. I mean,
only ten people have ever been expelled from our university for rape, and
there are a lot more people than that who have been found responsible for that.
You get the same story over and over. This is something that happened
all the time. My story isn't unique, like that's a normal thing to
happen, because the same thing happened to all of these people because the system
is set up that way. That's how the system is. The system is
set up to enable people to do certain things. Okay, so quick recap.
Title nine is worried about getting sued. The frats are worried about getting
caught, and the sororities are worried about being known as the snitches, you
know who. I'm worried about the fucking survivors of all this bullshit. And
that's why I'd like to end this episode by introducing you all to a resource
that I want spread like wildfire. This is not sponsored. Callisto is a
nonprofit organization that provides a trauma informed alternative to reporting. Callisto notes that over
ninety percent of campus sexual assaults are committed by repeat offenders. They also note
that only six percent of student survivors decide to report. That's why Callisto's proprietary
system, Callisto Vault, is so valuable. Callisto Vault includes a matching system
where survivors can safely determine whether other have been harmed by the same perpetrator without
having to publicly disclose or report to authorities. Callisto Vault keeps data secure while
protecting the identities of both survivors and identified perpetrators. To enter into matching,
all you have to do is provide the state where the assault took place and
a unique identifier of the perpetrator, such as an Instagram user name. If
two or more survivors identify the same offender, a match occurs and all matched
survivors receive free and confidential legal options counseling. Survivors can also create a secure
and timestamped record of their assault using Callisto vault ENCRYPTID record form. This can
help process trauma or serve as a reference should they choose to report. To
learn more, head to Project Callisto dot org or check them out on Instagram.
AM at Calisto. That's at c A L L I S t O.
Numerous studies have found that men who joined fraternities are three times more likely
to rape, women in sororities are seventy four percent more likely to experience rape
than other college women, and one in five women will be sexually assaulted in
their time at college. So I think it's time we team the fuck up
and see if we get a match snapped. If you're feeling ready to listen
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right, everybody, you know what time it is? Chapter announcements. Yeah,
as you all know, elections are coming up next week. It was
so disappointing when forty four of you showed up to our tailgate meeting, but
only ten of you showed up to our Q and A about exact positions.
So since most of you missed it, I'll tell you now that PHA is
officially requiring all chapters to create the position of diversity share. It's really important
that you all apply because one of us is going to have to do it.
There are absolutely no requirements necessary to apply, and this is an amazing
way to get involved with the chapter. All letters of intent should be sent
to Alpha Fie Elections at gmail dot com by Sunday night. Latest. Also
note that next week's chapter is going to be super We're important because we're going
to be joined by our alumna advisors. Please remember not to bring up anything
about drinking or socials while they're here. Love you all so so much and
I can't wait to show them what an incredible sisterly chapter we are. Who
knows, maybe we'll even win Chapter of the Year. Doesn't seem that hard.
This episode was written, recorded, produced, and edited by myself,
Lucy Taylor, Production supervisor, Megan Thompson, Audio engineer Kneel Goatlia. Special
thank you to Margaret Freeman, whose work you can find at Margaret Lfreeman dot
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