I know someone who was denied entry into a specific sorority in college because, as she told me, her father didn’t earn enough money, and that was 45 years ago. I was so pissed off that I wouldn’t “go Greek” either. Then, there was the little (actual, bloody) bear head left on a sorority’s steps, which was a prank by a fraternity at about the same time as my decision. I was just disgusted by the whole thing and swore off “going Greek”
“My mother was a secretary.
What money I have is about _ years old.
So, yes, I am...
But then it’s the riche that counts.
There’s only things that interest me...
...and those trappings of aristocracy that I find worthwhile.
The very things they’re forced to sell when the money runs out.
And it always runs out.
And then all they’re left with...
...is their lovely manners.”
“Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil”