Spring Break
If you're not my brother, don't call me 'bro'
All you tanned 'brohans' need to stop blessing the English language with your classless slang
By: Steve Humeniuk
Issue date: 3/26/09 Section: Opinion
Yesterday, I was walking down the stairs when some guy passed by me and said, "What's up bro?"
I found this to be confusing because this guy was not my brother, nor did I ever pledge an eternal allegiance of sacred loyalty and brotherhood to him or anyone who looked like him.
That's when it dawned on me: This kid was one of the Afflicted. He was a bro. He must have seen my flip-flops and assumed that I was part of his beer-pong-playing, Affliction-T-shirt-wearing, Hurley-hat-donning, pierced-eared and tribal-tattooed brotherhood. I'm not.
My eyes were opened and when I looked around campus, I realized that the movement is upon us. With a little care and diligence we can prevent it from ruining our hard-fought reputation.
College Station is a town of character, morality and class. Spring break is over. We are not Panama City, Fla., Los Angeles, Padre Island or San Marcos.
Apparently I missed it, but when did it become commonplace to wear the same skin-tight, tribal T-shirt to class, church, funerals, thanksgiving dinner and the gym? Since when does one T-shirt exhibit the utility to wear to every occasion?
Guys, I understand your need to impose your physique and tan unto the eyes of beachgoers, and I understand that the beach is also a great place to show off your cool white sunshades as well, but we are two hours away from any large body of water, so try your best to keep your shirts on and buy a classy pair of shades.
I know the saying, "When in Rome…" This is not that place. When you're in Panama or Key West, dress the part and live it up. But here, in this wholesome place, take out the earrings and let the holes close up until next year. Put your Quartz studs in a nice box, and recycle them for your next girlfriend.
Yes, you are in college, but the goal is to get a degree that will land you a respectable job. Maybe you should try acting respectable as well. If you are God's gift to beer bonging and beer-pong, that is great - I'm sure your mother is proud of you - but leave that culture at the party and don't brag about how many Jager Bombs you can slam while the rest of us are in class working on education.
I found this to be confusing because this guy was not my brother, nor did I ever pledge an eternal allegiance of sacred loyalty and brotherhood to him or anyone who looked like him.
That's when it dawned on me: This kid was one of the Afflicted. He was a bro. He must have seen my flip-flops and assumed that I was part of his beer-pong-playing, Affliction-T-shirt-wearing, Hurley-hat-donning, pierced-eared and tribal-tattooed brotherhood. I'm not.
My eyes were opened and when I looked around campus, I realized that the movement is upon us. With a little care and diligence we can prevent it from ruining our hard-fought reputation.
College Station is a town of character, morality and class. Spring break is over. We are not Panama City, Fla., Los Angeles, Padre Island or San Marcos.
Apparently I missed it, but when did it become commonplace to wear the same skin-tight, tribal T-shirt to class, church, funerals, thanksgiving dinner and the gym? Since when does one T-shirt exhibit the utility to wear to every occasion?
Guys, I understand your need to impose your physique and tan unto the eyes of beachgoers, and I understand that the beach is also a great place to show off your cool white sunshades as well, but we are two hours away from any large body of water, so try your best to keep your shirts on and buy a classy pair of shades.
I know the saying, "When in Rome…" This is not that place. When you're in Panama or Key West, dress the part and live it up. But here, in this wholesome place, take out the earrings and let the holes close up until next year. Put your Quartz studs in a nice box, and recycle them for your next girlfriend.
Yes, you are in college, but the goal is to get a degree that will land you a respectable job. Maybe you should try acting respectable as well. If you are God's gift to beer bonging and beer-pong, that is great - I'm sure your mother is proud of you - but leave that culture at the party and don't brag about how many Jager Bombs you can slam while the rest of us are in class working on education.
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