January 11, 2005
An Easy One

The New York Times Magazine asks us, in its counter-intuitive way, to consider the consequences of the drive to reform the culture of fraternities at the nation's institutions of higher learning.

Written by a Phi Delta Theta of recent vintage, the article suggests that the movement toward "dry" fraternities -- an effort by collegiate administrations to stem the tide of dead-pledge news stories, and (one hopes) the rate of date-rape on campus -- might have (prepare to be stunned) the effect of making membership in said organizations unattractive. If so, whither this central part of the University?

Well, yes, we can see that taking the "drinking" out of a drinking club might make it unpopular. What we can't see is why -- with regard to the specific animal that is the modern American fraternity -- that would be a bad thing in the least.

The "Greek" system of hypertrophied student clubs is one of the lamest excuses for a social institution we've got going in America today. One doesn't have to be a puritan with regard to college-age drunkenness (a problem which has existed for about as long as there have been colleges) in order to see this. One only needs to acknowledge that frat culture is aesthetically impoverished (squalor being the dominant aesthetic for the men's houses), institutionally defensive of the nastiest sorts of notions about sex and gender, and (this is the big one) empty of purpose at the center. The most curious thing about them is their tautological appeal: join to belong to a group of...people who wanted to belong.

Despite all the nonsense fraternities spew about teaching the values of brotherhood, these clubs are not oriented around any common goal, and ask little of their membership in terms of communal sacrifice. Leadership and co-operation (and the earned sense of belonging) are better learned in rehearsing a performance, running the student newspaper, organizing a conference, doing collaborative research, playing on a team, hanging a gallery show, or working in community outreach. All things which ought to be possible on a college campus.

I pause to note that as adjunct to all of the above, there exist ample opportunities to throw drunken parties with/for your fellow students, and attempt clumsy seductions of those to whom you are attracted -- the vital elements people seem to value in a fraternity party. Indeed, there's nothing outrageous about the notion that one might join a purpose-oriented group largely in pursuit of companionship, drinking buddies, and even sex. But the point is that there will be something there for everyone involved beyond that -- something to build, say, friendships on (to say nothing, of you know, learning something or helping someone).

Of course, I can't say I'd want to forbid people from banding together in clubs dedicated to nothing in particular. It is, I have heard, a free country. But why establish such organizations as the primary opportunity to socialize? On many campuses, these parasitic outfits have come to dominate the social sphere. They have been granted over time an ex officio status as the location of "fun," regardless of the continually third-rate nature of fun that they offer. And of course, if you're silly enough to point this out, you risk appearing to be someone who just doesn't know how to let their hair down.

There's nothing that can be done about them, of course. They're entrenched enough to seem part of the academic firmament to most. However, New York Times think-pieces which attempt to find in the future of the frat some sort of valuable potential should, it seems to me, be laughed out of town.

Posted by BT at January 11, 2005 12:05 AM
Comments

Just want to say I enjoyed this.

Posted by: Scraps on January 12, 2005 06:58 AM

We don't have frats in Australia, but unis have student unions which fund various clubs and societies, usually on the basis of number of members. Some of these have noble ends, and some... don't. The University of Tasmania had, for a while, an Irish Society - devoted solely to the drinking of beverages with "Irish" in their name. (It was defunct by the time I arrived. Its founder has gone on to international fame, although not for whiskey-drinking.)

Posted by: Rory on January 12, 2005 01:15 PM

For what, then? Bauxite?

Posted by: Gavin on January 13, 2005 12:33 AM

It's the new quiz - guess the famous Tasmanian! One guess per entry; Googlers will be fed to a Tasmanian devil, which probably won't be that bad because they're fairly small and don't actually spin round and round.

Posted by: Rory on January 13, 2005 11:01 AM

Errol Flynn?

Or wait....he WAS famous for drinking!

Posted by: art on January 13, 2005 11:03 AM

That crocodile hunter guy? Crocodiles are green and green is, you know, an Irish color and so I was thinking it made sense that...

*slinks off shamefully*

Posted by: BT on January 13, 2005 01:31 PM

Nope and nope. Steve Irwin the Crocodile Hunter is from Queensland! Hunting crocs in Tassie would be like hunting alligators in Maine.

A clue: He's a writer.

Posted by: Rory on January 15, 2005 07:26 AM

This is killing me. We need clues!

Posted by: BT on January 17, 2005 12:11 AM

Barry Humphries/Dame Edna?

The guy who wrote the True History of Ned Kelly?

Posted by: art on January 17, 2005 11:29 AM

Sorry guys, I keep forgetting to check these comments...

Two clues: he has directed a movie; he has won a major international writing prize.

Posted by: Rory on January 18, 2005 07:47 AM

And here's a quote from an interview with the man, O fellow netizens:

"I conceived of this book being about the wonder and glory of books. I wanted to prove Bill Gates and his leprous ilk wrong. I wanted to show the cant of technology for the thin lie it is. I wanted to prove that far from being finished creatively and commercially, books still remained pregnant with an infinity of possibilities, that implicit in every book is the universe."

Posted by: Rory on January 18, 2005 07:50 AM

I Googled, ergo I suck. And I haven't gotten around to the book yet, either...

"leprous ilk" -- nice.

Posted by: BT on January 18, 2005 11:12 AM

Does he do any IMing?

I joke. I love books. Soy un amigo de books. Ha ha. But I have no idea who this guy is. I'm thinking about it, though, if only just a little when I'm not actually typing this.

Posted by: Scott on January 18, 2005 01:04 PM

When even BT himself has Googled, the chase is clearly over. The man in question was Richard Flanagan, as entertaining a student politician (he was president of our student union) as he is a writer:

http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,6109,690519,00.html

http://sunday.ninemsn.com.au/sunday/art_profiles/article_1222.asp

He was at the University of Tasmania in the early '80s, but was still being talked about by old hands when I started there in '86. Always sounded like a fascinating bloke.

Posted by: Rory on January 19, 2005 10:10 AM

One of those old hands, I should add, being the one who told me the Legend of the Irish Society, so it's all hearsay. Maybe RF himself will one day overcome his loathing of disembodied words, self-Google his way to this page, and disclaim any connection with said society... in which case the long-cherished beliefs of an impressionable second-year will be shattered.

Posted by: Rory on January 19, 2005 10:21 AM

Thanks for the special secret quiz, Rory.

Stay tuned later this week for the debut of

THE FRIDAY Q...

Posted by: BT on January 20, 2005 12:08 AM