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It may have been a handful of years since those fateful steps were taken outside the womb-like walls of your alma mater, but some things never change.
Being able to spot a former fratstar takes a combination of inherent and acquired skills. You either are one, dated too many of them, or spent time silently cursing them under your breath when they showed up to the library drunk. Here are some of the telltale signs of a bro still living in the delusions of his glory days and former alcohol tolerance.
Fratagonias
Your typical post-frat finance bro will wear a Fratagonia (i.e. Patagonia) vest over a button-down from early to late fall before switching over to either his quilted or zip-up (green Bedale) Barbour when the temperature dips. Otherwise, he’ll sport the full Fratagonia fleece to house parties and day drinking. For all intents and purposes, this is like a tracking beam for the like-minded and the ladies who tolerate them.
Sperry’s At The Office
Who needs dress shoes when your kicks say that you’re ready for boating at all times? Save the weathered ones for the weekend, when the bar floor will be as slick as the surface of your friend Chip’s yacht during a Nor’easter (in your defense, checking the weather channel is for pussies).
Backpack In Lieu Of A Briefcase
Once used for smuggling beer and plastic handles of liquor into the dorms, your faithful North Face – or Herschel if you moved to Brooklyn – has been repurposed for braving the subway and the floor of your cubicle. Not only does it fit any paperwork — but travel toothbrush, toothpaste and fresh button-down when you stay over your slam’s place.
Brings His Own Koozie To The Bar
Now that you can no longer call the frat house home base, your favorite bar will have to do. And what better way to mark your territory than bringing your favorite koozie to the chosen establishment? Not only does it distinguish you as a regular, but the respective koozie’s affiliation (fraternity letters or brand) says more than any slurred comments at two in the morning can.
Perpetually In A Button-Down
Otherwise known as bro spanx, the button-down hides a beer gut quite well and you won’t know that he’s secretly fat until you get back to his upper east side apartment. Who has time for the gym among a 10-hour a day finance job, happy hour and on-call slams?
Hungover Is A Way Of Life
The alarm clock will always wake you up at 6:30am, but who says your work hours should restrict your way of life? You’ve operated drunk or hungover for four years of college – so consider that training as invaluable as your knowledge of Excel, or ability to get out of a pregnancy scare. Go get ‘em slugger.
Selfish, Yet Endearing Lovers In The Bedroom
Self-explanatory. I’ll always hold a spot in my heart for you, former fratstars.
It’s for “all intents and purposes,” jackass.
Jesus. It’s been fixed. Calm your tits.
Jesus, king of the jews.
THIS GUY.
Glad I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t keep reading without pointing this out
Damn, y’all are unnecessarily critical.
Jesus, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
For all intense and purposes, you should learn how to take criticism from strangers, Sarah.
Intents/intensive/in tents/etc and purposes
They woke up hungover on the wrong side of the bed.
Forget the errors, da fuq is wrong with button down’s face? He looks like he’s had more plastic surgery than the Joker.
i’m guilty of all of these at this very moment. Still, intensive purposes? don’t you guy have an editor that reads this stuff first??
Who needs an editor when you can just tear into failed literary attempts in the comments? I lost my shit at “tracking beam.”
“don’t you guy have an editor that reads this stuff first??” #irony
I’m talking to you, guy.
Don’t call me guy, pal.
Don’t call me pal, friend.
Don’t call me friend, buddy.
Don’t call me buddy, chief.
It’s fucking on.
Don’t call me chief, man.
It’s all frat and games until you’re so hungover you puke at work. Then you’re just a drunk son of a bitch living in the past.
Is it “tracking beam” or “tractor beam”?
Shh, she never watched Star Wars.
“If you think you’ll be happier making more money, think again.” – Seriously? Good luck getting laid
Are you saying you’re a gold digger? All it takes to get laid is a decent pair of hockey tickets.
Shouldn’t shilly-shally when it comes to the law of English… it should read “In effect; for all practical purposes” you douchefaces!
“Intensive purposes?” You sure you’re post grad?