(My friends vetoed my plans to subpoena a fraternity’s emails or “fall asleep” at a fraternity party and listen to what happened.) But there is a public data source that claims to capture fraternity culture: the website Total Frat Move (TFM), which receives roughly 8 million monthly visits, according to a site administrator.The site covers all aspects of fraternity life, but its “Girls” section posts pictures of women for site users to comment on.I’d wake up early, Sports Center or porn or whatever the boys had been watching still blaring on the big screen television, before making my way up College Street toward Cherry Hall and my women’s studies classes. “Brotherhood.”The president stood still, my eyes focused on the gold trim of his stitch-lettered shirt.Alternately, there were the mornings I left another fraternity house before dawn, climbing out a window or slipping out the side door, and made my way up the hill our campus was built on, with mussed hair and the same clothes I’d had on the night before, dodging the judgmental looks of good students on their way to their 8 a.m. “Good answer,” he replied, before we were given a tour of the house.
For the purposes of this article, national also includes international organizations, and local refers to organizations that are composed of only one chapter.Some organizations in this list have a specific major listed as a traditional emphasis.These organizations are social organizations which cater to students in those majors.There are mixed male and female fraternities and fraternal orders, as well as wholly female religious orders and societies, or sororities.There are known fraternal organizations which existed as far back as ancient Greece and in the Mithraic Mysteries of ancient Rome.class, and the odd professor, on his way to teach it, who all knew I’d just “shacked,” a term usually reserved to slut-shame sorority women but which was applied just as egregiously to me, the out gay man who wasn’t Greek but desperately wished he were. The first time I sat cross-legged on the floor of a fraternity house living room, listening to the president give a speech about the history of the fraternity and the alumni who had gone on to be movie stars, CEOs and senators. I was invited to a party the next night, where I chugged my first beer and mostly hung out with a group of sorority women. Over the next two years, I made it my mission to sleep my way up and down fraternity row.