So today, I was down on campus, using the university libraries. Unfortunately, it's Rush Week. And even more unfortunately, I was only able to park in front of a sorority. As I was going back to my car, a mixture of potential rushees and sisters finished up their little timed presentation and flowed around my car in a monochrome stream of nearly fifty young women. None with apparent African or South Asian ancestry; one with Northeast Asian ancestry; two, or perhaps three, visibly of Latino ancestry.
Nope. Nothing wrong with the Greek system at the U of I, which has the largest Greek system around. Young ladies of the Mystery Sorority, you know who you are, and you're just as bad about this as you were when I was an undergraduate at another school three decades ago. But then, I was a proud member of ΓΔΙ.