I have nothing, nothing, nothing against sorority girls, nor society girls, they’re just fine.
I remember sororities at college. They provided camaraderie and support for women in educational institutions that had only comparatively recently become co-ed. And sororities prepped girls for the veneer surface of — I don’t know — a life of little academic enterprise after college?
Sororities taught girls social skills and cemented a community fashion. Not fashion in the creative sense but rather a pageant of the accepted norm. Beauty as a dress code that everyone could feel excited about despite it being ludicrously conformist. Sororities also reinforced the preening considered necessary to attract the ambitious corporate male who sought a domestic arrangement in much the same way that he courted a career. For girls who were neither creative, independent, nor perhaps all that complicated, sororities extended the home economics lessons to the prospect of hiring maids.
What do sorority girls do after college when their only idea of extra-curricular means to hold an ice cream social? I don’t want to demean what they do, they have children of course, and run communities. And when there is time, they do lunch. And when there’s charity afoot, these girls do as their sororities did and conduct a benefit.
I saw such a benefit recently, an enormous social function, an annual society event, the cumulative product of countless sub-subcommittee meetings. I could say that the beneficiaries of the charity could have mattered not the least, but that would in this case be most inaccurate. Two factors:
At Newborn Hope the fuzzy bunny factor is in overdrive. Money raised is “for the babies!!!” Specifically babies born prematurely in rural areas without access to urban hospital programs. The money goes for brochures and nurse training programs which teach, basically: Get that baby to the city stat! Money sometimes goes directly for taxi vouchers to accomplish that end.
So it’s not just that the NBH charity is for a demonstrably compelling, in-your-arms-tangible cause, but the chief beneficiaries, as with traditional sororities, are the sorority girls themselves. Making a rough estimate of the figures, I can approximate that well over half of the resources generated by NBH go to feeding itself. Throwing the big party, holding all the planning meetings, that’s the primary function. The money these women spend goes to pay for the luncheons and the overhead. It’s a great boondoggle for The Broadmoor and the shops which get to advertise through the annual function, the NBH fashion show.
The time which the girls expend toward putting it all together is also a large resource redirected. The girls are not driving the taxis nor holding any babies. These philanthropists are holding lunches, paying for the lunches themselves, eating the lunches themselves, and planning for themselves the next one. While it might be uncharitable to ask these ladies to give directly, albeit unselfishly to a good cause? Do premature babies have to settle for only a fraction of their self-serving dollar? Such sorority-style events are very similar to a retail store charity model where an advertized small percentage of sales, nothing extra from the customer’s pocket, is promised to go to a charity.
And what about the charity of premature babies? Wouldn’t a public health matter be best addressed by a public health program? Here you have rich Libertarians who would rather contribute their table scraps to the cause, rather than support taxes to improve the health system thereby resolving many health problems, among them premature births.
And in Colorado Springs there is the Christian Anti-abortion element. NBH plays straight into the hands of the Respect Life crowd. Anything that forces a pregnant woman to commit to her pregnancy, prematurely.
If you’d like me to throw a little soiree to raise funds for one of your pet projects, maybe the PPJPC, my sorority friends and I could have about a hundred grand in your pocket by the end of next week. So let us know. Even with the holidays fast approaching, lots of shopping to do for our little silver spooners, we’d still love an opportunity to feed our fat faces! And shop for new outfits from our fine local merchants! You don’t have to ask twice!
One other point of clarification, taxi vouchers would NEVER be used to transport a premature infant to a larger hospital. They are used to bring indigent women without means of transportation to their prenatal appointments, also paid for by NBH. We do, however, give thousands of dollars to Memorial Hospital’s STABLE program as well as their Transport Services program which are designed to teach paramedics and EMTs from outlying communities to stabilize and transport high-risk OB and neonatal patients from rural Southern Colorado to hospitals equipped to care for them properly.
Thank you for writing about Newborn Hope, Marie. The website is at http://www.newbornhope.org/ Certainly your efforts working on behalf of this organization do go to benefit people in a way that is much needed.
And…lol, if you ever do decide to try to help out the PPJPC, you will be in for the challenge of your lifetime. Ever tried to do a society ball with monks, nuns, brethen, and lunatics? Today, I went to one of their advertised (in their own calendar) events called the Buy Nothing Ball, and was the only one besides the butler there! I bought nothing and left.
They had bundles lying around of their sad sack newspaper, Oct-Nov edition, some still tied up and undistributed (to much organization needed to do that). I grabbed one copy just to have a copy of the Lyndon LaRouche ad they had taken money for, that filled the entire back page. It would be a real coup if you organized a Ball, and this Halloween monster was to show up!
If you don’t know he is, then check him out at Wikipedia and have a good laugh. I prefer the company of sorority girls any day. And certainly would prefer yet more, you ‘society gals’ gone wild! Alas, the only advantage I see in the PPJPC is that they don’t require me to wear a tuxedo.
Ten bucks says this guy has never met a sorority girl. Probably stalked a few, had a couple run ins with the police (uh, I was just returning her Differential Equations book), but this post shows nothing but ignorance, in all its ugliness.
November 25, 2006 1:22:00 PM PST
Keep your ten bucks, I was a Beta Sig Little Brother, jeez.
It appears you know plenty about empty put-downs.
Okay, first of all Beta Sig is what? A sorority? Really. Certainly not one that anyone has heard of. Probably a bunch of fat girls.
And “little brothers” were the losers that wanted to be near us but would NEVER be invited to any of our parties or formals, etc. You can sling our hash, but don’t pretend that you’re one of us.