The hazing horror story is fast becoming its very own genre of longform journalism, and like any genre, certain expectations need to be met. These chronicles feature insulated, secretive communities (you might even say cults) of young adults seeking some form of social validation and quite willing to subject either their own or other people's bodies to severe forms of abuse in order to initiate themselves into the community or reaffirm its exclusivity. Among the many horrific instances of sadism and masochism that make tales of hazing such lurid reads, a recurring narrative thread weaves its way through a large portion of the Greek system: binge drinking.
Whether reading about abuse infrats or sororities, there always seems to be an outrageous amount of binge drinking. Pledges drink until booze is overflowing their throats, vomit, and drink more. They're always underage and it always seems like the university should have done something more about, that some actual adult holding a position of real authority on campus should have at some point said, "Um, no more of this shit." Reckless boozing is to the hazing story what the villain's immortality is in a horror movie — you just know that, unless someone cuts off Jason Voorhees's head (which no one ever does because it would make too much sense), he's going to keep killing sinful twenty-somethings masquerading as teenagers. For critics of a seemingly out-of-control hazing culture, then, the clear answer is regulate drinking. Right?