The Sisterhood of the Exact Same Pants

For sorority girls, clothes become a shorthand for identity. Three young women, dressed identically, stand in front of a large door. They yell-announce their names, their elected titles. They confess that they've been waiting for you all summer (they have?) and are so glad you're finally here. The doors open. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Your eyes adjust to the flutter of movement that you realize is hundreds of twinkling fingers, fingers that belong to more identically dressed women, standing in leveled...