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Okay, I've been trying to hold back from telling my story, but I can't take it anymore. Let me preface this story by saying that I grew up in Berkeley, CA -- land of liberalism.
Anyway, going through rush (as it was called back in the late 90's) I was torn between DG and another sorority. On theme night when I went to the other sorority I talked to some women I had already met and some new ones. At Duke we pretty much all sit on the floor (even in our really nice dresses for pref!) and one of the girls I met is sitting across from me in a skirt and I notice she doesn't shave her legs.
I don't mean that she hasn't shaved in the past week or something, I mean fully grown I-don't-shave hair. The other weird thing is why would you wear a skirt in January (when we have formal recruitment) if you don't shave? I was so distracted by her legs I just couldn't concentrate on talking to her at all. I was like looking at a car accident.
Superficial, I know, but that helped me make my mind up!
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