Obscene Sorority Girl

On April 18, a profanity-filled email from Delta Gamma sorority sister Rebecca Martinson hit the Internet via Gawker and Deadspin.  The blistering rant from Martinson, a junior at the University of Maryland, quickly went viral.


Her nastiness towards her DG sisters has since inspired hilarious, Oscar-worthy readings by actor Michael Shannon, a cartoon version Joe Pesci, and even a parody version done by Barbie.


The email itself, the YouTube reenactments, and news stories about Martinson have been viewed by over 13 million people. Partially because the email, in its own weird vulgar way, is a work of art, and partially because Martinson is a camera-friendly hottie, she’s now famous. This is probably not how Rebecca Martinson dreamt of becoming a household name.


But Becca’s potty-mouthed vitriol has at least one more totally unexpected consequence:  it made me decide I’m never, ever sending my children to college.


I am no angel myself. I am deeply grateful email, Facebook, and YouTube did not exist when I was in my teens.  During this time I was intoxicated more often than I can remember, and my dabbling included a few dangerous and illegal substances. Like Martinson, I overuse CAPS LOCK sometimes too. Additionally, even as an adult and mother of three, I believe swear words have a rightful place in literature and parenthood (although Martinson takes profanity to twisted new heights, deftly using “c**t punt” and “c**k block” and “stupid a** hats” to describe her sorority sisters).


But dang it, I went to college TO LEARN SOMETHING.  And it wasn’t how to swear colorfully or use a beer bong, or to find out what it feels like to wake up naked next to a boy whose name you can’t remember, or how to sit through English class next to a girl who’d hooked up with your boyfriend twelve hours before.  That was my high school experience.  Fortunately, there was a limit to my teenage experimentation, because teachers and parents always quickly found out about our idiocy and forced us to learn useful if excruciating life lessons. As a result, most of us had absolutely no need to continue our rash, irresponsible, juvenile experiments in college.


Today’s well-meaning, control-freakish, lawsuit-obsessed parents seem to have simply delayed kids’ willful, stupid experimentation until offspring escape adults’ clutches in favor of higher education havens.  Yet the colleges they flock to adamantly refuse to play a disciplinary, boundary-setting role.