I always wondered at the ads some of the sorority girls would put in the campus newspaper, talking about how they “loved” their chapter sisters and such and such. I was never a sorority girl myself (it’s a tossup between “they wouldn’t have me, not in a million years” and “that kind of female-bonding stuff makes me want to throw up”). Really? “Love”? I can’t quite see it, having lived for one unfortunate year in an all-female dorm.

Or maybe I have a stricter definition of the word than some people do.

I’m so glad you like Charita. She is a local treasure. That was one of her best to date. She always give me a laugh with her insights on the human condition — even when the jokes on me. I noticed it in women’s sports when my daughter was growing up — girls play team sports differently — they snipe at each other nonstop rather than throw a punch. Frankly, I think I prefer the latter to the former but then I was a tomboy type and preferred sandlot hockey with the boys to ballet lessons.