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While yesterday was all about the great things about going back to school, today has a more depressing tone. Today I’m here to talk about the white sunglass wearing scourge of each and every one of our college towns, the dreaded “GDI.” While we chose to be normal human beings and enter into the success-oriented greek system, these creatures elected instead to stick to high-school esque partying, Tapout shirts, and an eternity of social awkwardness.
I’m here to clear the air- it’s not that we hate GDIs just because they didn’t embrace the same (admittedly awesome) lifestyle as us. We don’t hate the fact that they chose a life of solidarity and Xbox Live tournaments instead of our booze filled superior path. We don’t hate them because we have far more post-graduate connections than them (someone has to work under us after all). We hate them because, more often than not, they’re fucking annoying.
While some GDIs are better than others (I’ve even met some that seemed normal), the majority of these Affliction donning atrocities are no better than the hobos that sulk around asking the post-bar crowd for change. While we can be rather arrogant assholes at times, our more independent peers take their douchiness to the stratosphere. Whether its a “Jersey-shore” guido geed, a foul smelling hipster geed, or the ever worthless stoner geed, each of these characters try to detriment your fraternal lifestyle in their own way.
They may ask why your shorts are so short (“Makes it easier to take one-knee liquor pulls, obviously). They may block your path to the bar (they have to get their Jagerbomb fill). They might cut you off on campus on their longboards (I recommend knocking them over). Whatever these worthless geeds do, they represent the complete polar opposite of all things Frat.
While GDIs are annoying, we as fraternal men take the high road and typically completely ignore their existence. Don’t let a few bad eggs spoil the batch is my philosophy. But whenever a GDI crosses the line, by all means I encourage you to put them in their place, be it through insults or fisticuffs. We can’t have the future drive-thru employees of the world thinking they’re worth a damn.