Years ago, when I was but a wee college co-ed still trolling through life on my parents’ dime, I joined a social organization we Americans call a sorority. I know everyone loves good old American sorority lore from time to time: The pillow fights; the uncapping of the Sharpies to circle cellulite; the 2 AM hazing with the sheep and the surgical gloves; that scene from Animal House where Bluto climbs the ladder…
But you’re tired of those stories. No need to unpack them here.
Still, there’s one story I can tell you that (barely) applies to the rest of this post. It’s about “Senior Wills,” my sorority’s most formidable spring tradition.
Every May, just a few weeks before graduation, senior girls would give away their sorority paraphernalia in a casual ceremony designed to publicly humiliate pass the social torch to their friends. If, for example, you’d spent the last four years holding a secret for your dearest pal, Senior Wills was a no-holds-barred opportunity to share every reputation-wrecking detail of that secret before begging forgiveness by way of your favorite college sweatshirt.
Fun times, watching your friends die of shame. It was one of my favorite nights of the year.
A few days ago, I ran into something that (loosely) reminded me of Senior Wills. And then today, I ran into it again.
The Memetastic Award!
Jill over at Yeah. Good Times. recently created an award that two of my very dear bloggy friends—Amanda at Life is a Spectrum, and Harsha at H is for Happiness—have passed along to me. I can only assume they got together over cyber lunch to conspire against me discuss ways to honor my greatness, and in the end, I received this button of a tweaked-out kitten:
I’m worried Amanda and Harsha will come after me, pounding their fists like goons and threatening to expose me for the fraud I am unless I promise to follow the ironclad rules that govern Jill’s Memetastic Award. I’m loathe to refuse them. I learned from my last brush with the law that I need to walk a tighter line, so here I am, doing as I’m bloody well told.
The Memetastic Rules!
1. You must proudly display the graphic Jill describes as “absolutely disgusting.” According to Jill: “It’s so bad that not only did I use COMIC SANS, but there’s even a little jumping, celebrating kitten down there at the bottom. It’s horrifying! But its presence in your award celebration is crucial to the memetastic process we’re creating here.”
2. You must list five things about yourself, and four of them must be bold-faced lies. Quality is not important.
3. You must pass this award to five bloggers you either like or don’t like or don’t really have much of an opinion about. As spoken by the great Jill: “I don’t care who you pick, and nobody needs to know why. You can give a reason if you want, but I don’t really care.”
4. If you fail to follow any of the above rules, Jill will hunt you down and harass you incessantly until, according to her, “you either block me on Twitter or ban my IP address from visiting your blog. I don’t know if you can actually do that last thing, but I will become so annoying to you that you will actually go out and hire an IT professional to train you on how to ban IP addresses just so that I’ll leave you alone. I’m serious. I’m going to do these things.”
5. Once you do the above, please link up to the Memetastic Hop so that Jill can keep track of where this thing goes and figure out who she needs to stalk.
The Memetastic Lies! (Plus One Truth.)
1. I look exactly like Russell Brand.

(via collider.com)
2. No, scratch that. I look exactly like Russell Stover.
3. No, wait. Wait. What I meant to say is I look like Russell Simmons.
4. No, I’ve got it. Russell Crowe, circa The Gladiator.

(via solarnavigator.net)
5. I actually don’t look like any of the above. Because I’m a girl. Now hand me some lilies and a glass of Chablis.
The Memetastic Award Winners!
I bestow today’s Memetastic Award on the following lucky recipients because they live too far away to egg my car:
1) Sunshine of Sunshine in London
2) Erin of Legally Delish
3) Jacque of Freedom in a Cup
4) Angie of Thoughts Appear
5) Jane of PlaneJaner’s Journey
…All wonderful, entertaining bloggers who deserve heaps of praise but will probably hate this award and retaliate by casting the old Sicilian malocchio in my direction. (I’m willing to take the risk, because of those goons I mentioned earlier…)
Enjoy, my memetastic friends. My most heartfelt congratulations to each of you.
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Nooooooooooooooooooo!
I thought you loved me, Maura? Now I’m it?
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…
Sunshine xx
Oh, but yes, dear friend. It is your turn. Take the kitten. Love the kitten. Post the kitten.
(P.S. – I’m so sorry! Can you ever forgive me?)
Done, darling Maura. And I do still love you …
It’s here: http://wp.me/p11yuf-eI
Excellent. I can’t wait to check it out! You’re a good soul, Sunshine. You’re a good sport, too!
Oh, Sunshine, you are such a worthy recipient. Love that Russell list.
I know, right? If we pile on the peer pressure, maybe Sunshine will actually do this. I can’t wait to see that post.
(Thanks for liking the Russell list!)
You look like Russell Stover?!
Oh, wait, that was one of the lies, wasn’t it? Sorry.
I’m just glad I’m not one of those raisin-covered Russell Stover chocolates; nobody likes those things.
Mmmm…Russell Stover….
Oh wait…I got an award. I guess I should stop drooling and pull myself together. Thanks!
And thank you for not breaking out the Cellulite Sharpie. Since you spared me that, I won’t egg your car…or send someone else to egg your car.
That’s right! Get to work, Thoughts! The more this Memetastic Award goes around, the more goons there will be to come after you.
Russell Stover chocolate can not compare to Fannie May so it makes me wonder why you are comparing yourself to a lesser chocolate. Fun post.
Mmmmmm. Fannie May…
Lol, that was fun to read.
I still dont understand what these sororities are about.
To my knowledge english people dont have this tradition/society. thing. lol
Ha! I should explain. Sororities are college social clubs for women. (The male equivalent is called a fraternity.) You have to be selected to join, and if you become a member, you pay membership dues, etc. At the time, it was a great way to meet people, and it helped me make some lifelong friendships. I’m still in touch with a handful of my “sisters.”
Is it wrong that I was praying for a picture of Russell Canning in the mix up there?
Hahahahahhahahahaha.
Yes. That is definitely wrong.
Uh. I don’t think I know 5 bloggers. You antagonize friends, I shall be forced to antagonize total strangers (total strangers who I will pick off of YOUR blog roll). Mwahaha
Ha! Don’t worry about it, Erin Lyn. I’ve seen some bloggers open the floor to the award by saying, “Hey, if you’re reading this, and you think you’d like to participate, knock yourself out.” That’s always an option.
Pft! Pft! Maura! You kick a girl with kittens when she’s down? How could you? Fortunately, most of my blogger friends are imaginary, so they won’t have to worry about the dreaded cat. I will have to take your advice to Erin and offer an open invitation to my darkest readers who choose to self abuse. Thank you my dear, for including me. I will do my very best to live up to THE LIST.
See, I always make this mistake. I think my friends can be cheered with kittens and applause, when really they just want what we ALL want–a shot of scotch and a nice long nap.
I’ll do better next time, I promise.
Congrats on the honor! And good to know the glory is being shared—–how fun!
Kathy
Thanks, Kathy! I can’t wait to hear how Florida is treating you!
Congrats, Maura on receiving the “maniacal kitten” (I gave it to Harsha!)…really, really glad you don’t look like Russell Brand…I don’t like him much!
Wendy
I loved your Memetastic Post, Wendy. So funny, as usual. You did the kitten proud.
I, too, am quite glad I don’t look like Russell Brand.
Loved it Maura!!! You have done the Kitty proud and saved me an obscene amount in air-fare
Love your choices too…this is one Kitty that’s going places
Actually, Harsha, I wish I’d given it more thought…if I hadn’t answered at all, maybe you would have hopped an American-bound plane and I could have met you in person!
I’ll have to make a mental note of that strategy…
Thanks again!
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Maura–
yesterday, i whined that I haven’t gotten an award and waaa waaa waa and whine and complain and oh, woe is me and yada yada…then Wendy says to me,
“Uh, Jane? Didn’t you see that Maura bestowed the meme on you?”
color me “duh”.
this post came out on the “launch the new blog” day…so I never read this!
now, I feel like an idiot. Or, a nidiot.
blessings–and…thanks?
jane