sori-tay tay. t-tay-t-tay-tay. (sorities and taylor zapora)

This is my dear friend Taylor, A.K.A. Tay Tay. She is a student at the University of Rhode Island and a member of the "sororitay-tay", SIGMA DELTA TAU.


Taylor and I met back in 2002 (?...maybe '01?)at summer camp in northern New Hampshire. We fell in love. (I wore a lot of Abercrombie back then...get over it.)

By 2006 we were on staff at this same summer camp together, and in 2007 we were living in close quarters together for 9 weeks straight.
Regardless of my skinny jeans and keds and her ΣΔT tee-shirts, our love continued to grow.

In the summer of '08, our precious time together was taken away from us. Tay Tay left for Nantucket (inevitably we knew she would always end up in such a place...refer back to my Feb. 25th entry) and I was still in hickville teaching small children how to make gimp keychains and jump off of a high-dive.












Here is Tay in Nantucket.
Here am I covered in paint.




Anyways, I am sure we all have those girls who walk around campus sporting a different article of clothing with their Greek letters on it every single day. Whether it be a tote bag, sweatpants, baby-doll tees, or flip flops, the girls seems to have an entire wardrobe of Greek life apparel and just LOVE to show it off. Tay-tay is one of those girls.

Here are some more photos of Taylor living sorority life at URI:




Here is Tay pretending to be me (indiehipster.com, as they call me at camp), and me pretending to be Tay (sororiTay Tay, T-tay tay tay tay, as we call her):

The moral of the story of Morgan and Taylor is this:

Even if you wear skinny jeans and oversized sweaters and listen to bands no one has ever heard of, it is okay to be in love with a sorority girl who loves everyone to know she's in a sorority and likes Dave Matthews...but only one.

PS - This is Taylor's current Facebook status: "ΣΔT & FIJI GREEK WEEK 09!!!!" Yet, I still love her.

Here we go...

I wear skinny jeans. I like baggy sweaters, ankle boots, and Ray Bans. I find contemporary art museums extremely entertaining. I am embarrassed to admit I shop at the hipster cliche, American Apparel, and am fascinated by the personal lives of Lindsay Lohan and Mary-Kate Olsen. I hang out with other thrift-store-aholics discussing ideas for a NikeiD high top or the newest album review published on Pitchfork Media.

Walking around my college campus, I can't help but notice the girls who flock together - each one wearing a different font of the word "PINK" across their butts. And of course, each leg of the brightly colored sweats is tucked into an Ugg boot. "Holy Shit. So cute I like want to die." BLAHHHH.

Anyways, these groups of girls, and the boys they hang out with for that matter, do exactly what my own friends do, but on the complete opposite end of the fashion spectrum. We all do it. We're like animals. We stick to our own kind. I mean there is always that one strange rabbit who becomes best friends with the deer, but for the most part we travel in packs with people similar to ourselves.

In the weeks to come I will observe the different aspects of college campus fashion (if you can even call some of the atrocities I have noticed "fashion").

I realize an analysis of "those girls" is extremely stereotypical, childish, and even hypocritical (I happen to own a Vera Bradley change purse. Whatever, it's convenient.) However, these easily mock-able articles of clothing are essential to every college campus. They are the staples that hold the greater population of college campuses together.

PINK butts stick with PINK butts.