The official pizza of forced friendship
Snapped this shameless eyesore during my recent jaunt back to Ann Arbor for the first time in 7 years or so. Times may have changed since I went to school there, but this is just embarrassing.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not simply vilifying fraternities and sororities. I was a part of one for a short time and have many friends who were involved in and thoroughly enjoyed panhellenic self-stratification. Even Phi Delts at Michigan (the house and photo above), and they were really good dudes. If that’s your chosen social trajectory, then by all means embrace it—so long as you don’t use said membership as a core of your identity, as some do; that’s called weakness of character.
But really, who the fuck flaunts sponsorship—let alone, sponsorship by Domino’s Pizza—as a means to entice self-respecting dudes to become so-called brothers? Fucking sellout trash, that’s who. Maybe if they were sponsored by Nutter Butters, I might think differently. But Domino’s? That’s not even cool pizza. Especially in a town with the culinary prowess of Ann Arbor, Michigan.
For shame, Phi Delta Theta.