Letter to the Editor | Rocking the (campus) crib

Dear Editor,
    We are writing in response to the Feb. 4 edition of "Campus Cribs," which featured the Wren 430s.   As the brothers of what was elected both Tufts best fraternity and the second best off campus dance club at Tufts in the Daily's 2008 Best of Tufts survey, we would like to voice our condescension toward the best-frat playboy wannabes currently inhabiting the 430s.
    While it sounds like the inhabitants of the 430s have invested a great deal into the decoration of their common room, the inhabitants of the 440s are unimpressed by what can only be described as an uninspired effort to conform to an aesthetic better suited to houses lining Professors Row. Sure, the stereo is nice, and we are all sure that the "Lord of the Rings" music provides great ambiance for Dungeons and Dragons. The 440s, however, was decked out with a TV, complete with cable, a DVD player and a Wii. Instead of 100 beer bottles, the windows were lined with bottles and bottles of André and growlers.  To top it all off, we had a palm tree named Cleo.  Decorating our walls were hand-drawn sketches and posters of various kinds.  To add civility to our bro-main, we posted a number of rules that required universal compliance.
    However, the most important distinction between Da Kewl Krew and the 440s were our parties.  According to current RAs in Wren, the 430s have not had any impressive parties.  The 440s, however, were not rated the best fraternity on campus without reason.  At our parties, which had themes ranging from prom to techno-rave to "Oregon Trail," we would fit dozens of people into the common room for some of the craziest dancing of all time.  While we are men of taste and character, we are unabashed in bragging that at one party in particular, girls were dancing without shirts on our couches.  Let me be clear: the Wren 430s couch had poop on it; ours had girls dancing shirtless.
    As a final point, we find it curious that in order to cultivate a sense of brotherhood, the current occupants of the 430s had to come up with a name like "Da Kewl Krew."  We appreciate the effort, but more because it reminds us of Krispy Kreme than because of its intrinsic humor or descriptive value.  To be a real brotherhood, you don't need a series of Greek letters to describe yourselves.  You don't need a couch.  You need each other, something which the 440s will never be without.

    Sincerely,
    Nicholas Burns, Gabe Frumkin and James Kennedy
    On behalf of the Brotherhood of the Wren 440s 2007-2008