When we think about hazing, most often we take the side of the victim. But obviously hazing has existed as an American tradition for centuries; their must be something to it, right? We got Moriah, the Pledge Mistress of her sorority (which shall remain nameless), to explain why pledge is a time-honored tradition, and anyone saying otherwise are a bunch of wimps.
Bitches ain’t shit. And if you were Pledge Mistress of the most exclusive sorority on campus, you would understand that.
As Pledge Mistress, I’m in charge of creating the pledge schedule and directly communicating with the pledges. My word is law for them, and the actives defer to my judgment during this “pledge period.” But I digress. I don’t really understand the idea that “hazing” is this terrible thing where a sorority tortures you against your will for weeks. All of these girls are doing this voluntarily. I don’t force anyone to do anything, though the pledges quickly learn to do what I want, and to do it with a fucking smile. I’m teaching them courtesy, traditions, and helping them understand the politics of sorority life. I’m the figurative “Jiminy Cricket” of their entrance into sorority life. That’s right.
Pledge serves two purposes: to learn the traditions and to bond as a pledge class. If the active sisters of the sorority are constantly interacting and encouraging the pledges, the process loses its value. A pledge class is to be unified with each other, not us. A support system foraged during pledge doesn’t disappear with time or seniority. Because pledge is such a stressful time for actives, they submit to the Pledge Mistress to maintain structure. Therefore, being a Pledge Mistress is a position of respect and does not cause tension within the active portion of the sorority.
In pledge, it isn’t my business to know if you’re tired, sick, or overwhelmed; it’s simply not my problem. Pledge is not a time for sleeping, eating, or having fun. It is time for the pledges to learn exactly what is expected of them, and their place in the sorority. I tell the pledges what to do, and they had better well do it, or there will be consequences. So what if I ask them to do impossible tasks in an impossible time frame? It’s do or die. Girls who don’t want this don’t belong in my sight. I don’t have time to deal with insipid little upstarts.
It’s crazy how easy it is to slip right into “pledge mode.” Blank expression, condescending tone, and possessing general clout all make up what I need to command the attention and trepidation of these girls. Compassion is an emotion that has no place in pledge. I’m just doing my job. If the pledges aren’t terrified of me, I’ve failed. If they don’t dread the sound of my heels clicking down the hallway, I have been unsuccessful. If they don’t have ‘Nam style flashbacks of pledge when seeing a particular facial expression of mine, then I haven’t been effective.