I heard this song no less than ten times in three hours at SigEp’s preparty this Saturday which became my chance to see what all the hype was about. Who were these magical classy, cute, intelligent, nice sorority ladies that make up Delta Gamma?

To quote the student section’s chant at the end of the Penn State game: “OV-ER RA-TED!”

There were a few cute girls, yes. Everyone popping their SigEp preparty shirt collars didn’t help things, but I was willing to overlook that. The majority of the girls however, seemed convinced that bleached-blonde hair alone makes you hot, and because of this, they were in fact, the shit.

Whether it was grinding up and down the pillars on SigEp’s balcony or dancing the “Soulja Boy” in the most awkward, most white way possible on the front lawn, classy wasn’t an adjective that came to mind, nor cute, nor intelligent. I guess they were nice enough, but everyone seems nice once they’ve had six beers and are trying to teach you how to correctly “Superman that hoe.”

It was just all so stereotypical. A bunch of blonde sorority girls wearing big sunglasses, miniskirts and carrying Coach clutches, drunk and dancing like idiots. Like I know there’s more to sorority life than that, but I’ve got to call it like I see it. Maybe pregame isn’t the best atmosphere to judge, but I came and I saw, and I wish I had brought a video camera.

Campus Rep: 6/10
Bitch factor: 2/10