GreekPicnic '09: Hands Signs Not Gang Signs

***Note. I was asked to do a few Greek-Related blog post as a lead up to the ATL Greek Picnic 2009. Every few days up until and during the Greek Picnic I’ll have a new fun Greek blog post up on this site in addition to my regular randomness. Now while I have pledged my love to one org in particular, I will be having fun with ALL orgs including my own. I’ll try to keep it vanilla, but you know how these things go. Don’t be mad or sensitive. Just laugh. See y’all at the picnic! ****** Follow them on Twitter! ATLGreekPicnic

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It’s no secret that we Greeks love our symbols and signs. From the animals we use to unofficially represent us, to our calls, and most notoriously: our hand signs. Rarely will a picture be taken amongst Greeks that doesn’t include us throwing up variations of our hand signs. What makes me laugh however is the lengths to which we will go to be offended at other people’s usage of these hand signs. Especially when you consider that they have only been a part of our organization’s histories for a bit over 30 years or so, and may have been slightly different in the beginning at that.

There is only so much one can do with their hands so it makes me laugh when people get themselves in a complete tizzy over the idea that perhaps other people may use our hand signs to mean different things. A few examples:

We know that Pres. Obama is not an Alpha (despite his debonair ways), we know that Bey is not a Delta (hopefully she never pulls a Tyra on us), we know that when using American Sign Language spelling out the word Iris is not an attempt to throw up the Pinky on the sly (best picture I could find), and we know that every Texas Longhorn’s fan does not belong to Phi Beta Sigma. We know this.

So why is it that at every Kanye West or Roc-A-Fella concert I go to do I see Deltas acting all nervous and uncomfortable when people throw the Roc. Not to mention in the club when any Hova song comes on, the whole crowds lifts it up. I recommend all Deltas stay away from Rock Hill, SC. Word on the street is that they too claim “The Rock” and diamonds will be in the sky (NOT pyramids).

Should we burn down the entire island of Hawaii because their idea of “Hanging loose” includes smiling and waving the sign that the men of Alpha pride as theirs as well? I think not. I actually think it’s pretty funny to see my Alpha friends taking pictures with pretty polynesian women holding up the sign. Besides, Hawaii gave us all sorts of great stuff, namely Pres. Obama who is pretty awesome, but I bet you doesn’t know how to train.

But what REALLY cracks me up is how The Ques have made it to Madden.

I know this burns the britches of the Bruhs. When I tell you my Sorors have been verbally abused and incessantly barked at for throwing the hooks in the middle of a strolls as a shout out to a Love that seems to have been lost. This must make the Ques Purple and Gold with rage and ready to chew down any gaming console in their sight. They would probably rip apart the nearest gamer that dares to press the B button after scoring a touchdown. Just for kicks my friend was playing Madden and I kept begging him to make each player throw the Hooks, I’m so simple that ish had me rolling! I bet kids who play Madden throw up the hooks all the time. I’d pay money to see a little white kid get the Terry Tate Treatment for throwiing the hooks.

But really, it’s all in good fun. I love my Pyramid just as much as the next Greek loves his or her sign. I’ve seen people trip over slight variations that are sometimes regional or other times a sign of suspectness, but at the end of the day, it’s just a hand sign. I know me and my LS’s love to poke harmless fun at our own D.E.A.R.S. who try their best to throw up cute pyramids.

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LOL we’re a funny bunch.

I’m just sayin’. I know we love our symbols and they mean the world to us, but we pledged for things far greater than the random hand signs, calls, and animals. All that is unnofficial anyway. Stop trying to check people into the boards because they love to rock out, cheer for Texas, visit hawaii, or show love for The Roc. We have to learn how to have more fun, let go of the petty things, and get back on track with all that matters. We’re good at multitasking, but some things just aint worth it! 🙂 Hell I oughta know. I get more flames from writing these blogs than I ever have from my non-greek related writing.

See ya at the picnic!

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GreekPicnic '09: We get it! You're Greek!

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Now one of the easiest ways for the outside world to notice the amazing things that we Greeks do is really quite simple. Paraphernalia. While we’re out doing community service, stealing your girl from under you, hosting scholarship galas, getting drunk in the club, shopping in the mall for our step show outfits homeless people, people are able to notice us by our ‘Nalia. Maybe it’s a hat, a shirt emblazoned with letters, a jacket, or even a bag. Either way, the point is subtly made.

Or maybe it isn’t.

Check out this guy

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Granted these fellow Greeks are of the older generation, and are clearly proud of their organization, where I come from this is still an Epic Fail in How to Proper Rep Your Org in ‘Nalia.

I won’t get into specific tiny variations of the Laws That Govern ‘Nalia, (such as no letters below the waist, no letters on your feet, etc. Although I do follow those rules as well) but I will talk about those who just don’t think one piece is enough.

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Way to be doing too much.

I know we tend to get real excited after crossing and all those gifts are just too amazing to be patient with. So for our first community service event we go full throttle. Hat? Check. Line Shirt? Check. Line Jacket? Check. Purse or ManBag with letters? Check. Don’t forget your handy [Insert your org here] water bottle, keychain, and random piece of jewelry (dog tags, bracelet, beaded chain some groupie your girlfriend painstakingly made for you). In all of your excitement you have officially crossed over into doing Way.Too.Much.

We Get It! You’re Greek! Your entire closest is full of your colors! For the past year you haven’t been able to wear any colors outside of those that blend in with dirt and asphalt. Now, you are really changing the game up by adding two new colors to your previously dismal rainbow and making sure that everyone knows that you BLEED Gold/Red/Pink/Blue/Green/Purple/Brown.

I’m poking fun, but this is a major offense. It makes my eyes burn a little bit to see someone with the Jacket and matching shirt underneath. The hat/other combo isn’t as offensive, but it still hurts the heart a little bit. Something about it screams “I’m a pretentious Greek and in case you didn’t see it the first time, here it is again, and again, oh and check my Swag socks. That’s right baby…. I got letters on my draws too.”

LOL No offense to Greeks who have commited this Greek Fashion Faux-paux. I have several friends who need to be fined in this area and I love them still. I love my organization too, but I won’t cover myself from head to toe and believe that it was a good idea. 🙂

I tried with all of my heart to find good pictures of this offense. If you have some, share some! Not trying to hurt feelings, just having good fun! Email any pictures to jgrunsthecity@gmail.com