Passing of the Gun

Although seven men have filled the shoes of Bond, only one has deserved the passing of the gun since the birth of the franchise.

“The name’s Bond, James Bond” is a phrase the world has been quoting since the birth of the Bond franchise in 1962. The franchise has 24 films to its name, and has featured notable British actors over the years. The first, and arguably most famous, is Sean Connery. Connery gives the world its first look into the suave, debonair spy for the British Secret Service in Dr.No. After seven films, Connery retired from Bond and passed along 007’s Aston Martin to five other actors over the years. None, however, stood up to Connery’s timeless portrayal of the spy—until Daniel Craig.

 

When we first met James Bond, he was a charming and devilishly handsome man who investigated the murder of a fellow agent. He is secure in his masculinity, and in no uncertain terms, sexy. He is sophisticated and holds himself with confidence and brutal strength. He is incredibly charismatic, and his slightly witty banter with his opponents add to his style. He is dynamic yet thoughtful and calculating in his fighting style, and leans towards calculated urgency rather than outright gore. Connery is the perfect man to bring Ian Fleming’s character to life, but until 2006, no actor was able to eclipse him.

Daniel Craig as Bond.

In 2006, Daniel Craig steps in to fill the shoes in Casino Royale. Here we meet a rogue, rugged and stoic man who gets the job done even if it means wreaking havoc. He is cold, and his violence is full of intricacies. He takes out his anger and pent-up emotions on his enemies, ultimately resulting in a gory, bloody mess on both sides. We rarely see his emotions creep to the surface, and when they do, he lets it fuel his anger. He is not kind. He is scary, he is a body that seems to lack the warmth of emotions. Craig’s Bond is now worlds away from Connery’s, adding strife, loss and vulnerability to the character he still plays.

The Mother-Daughter Greek Experience

 

(From left to right) my mother, my younger sister, and myself. An entire family dedicated to Delta Gamma.

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I wrote this story two years ago, but the sentiment still holds true. Since then, my younger sister has joined us as a Delta Gamma, and we will be heading back to Convention in Phoenix this summer!

My mom is my idol. She inspires me and is probably a better role model than any celebrity or female politician I can think of. She is the reason I wanted to go Greek.

I grew up begging her to sing her sorority songs for me before I went to bed, and for as long as I can remember I’ve been drawing and doodling her sorority’s symbol in my notebooks and sketch pads. She even taught me how to “throw what I know” and over the years I have continuously forced her to do it with me in pictures.

Over the years, I’ve travelled with her to different chapters in her region that she’s in charge of, and I’ve heard the numerous conference calls she’s been on, working on how to make the chapter an even better chapter than it was before.

She taught me what being a sorority woman is really about; it isn’t about the cute fraternity boys or the crazy parties on Greek Street. Being a sorority woman is about sharing your values with other women, and empowering each other to change the community for the better.

Not to mention, she’s shown me how being involved is important. From the day she accepted her bid in 1986 to now, she’s been involved in her sorority. She’s shown me that being a part of a sorority isn’t just for four years, it’s for life.

She never forced me to want to join her sorority. When I went through recruitment, she made me promise to keep an open mind and choose the house where I truly felt I belonged. But after years of tagging along on her trips to different chapters of her sorority, I couldn’t see myself being anything different.

When I arrived at her sorority’s house on Drake’s campus, I was filled with excitement. For not a single second did my heart waver on its decision, and I knew when I saw the tiny anchor drawn on the envelope of my bid day card that I had become what I always wanted. And when I called her to tell her she not only was my mother, but my sister as well, she burst into tears (perfect reaction that I was going for).

Being legacy doesn’t mean I had to be what she is. But it gave me the opportunity to see Greek life without its stereotypes, and now I’m even closer with my mom. We’re going to our National Convention together in June, and I texted her the other night begging her to get matching baseball caps with our Greek letters on them (how many of you can say you and your mom/dad do that?).

She’s my best friend, my inspiration to change the world, my kickass mom, and last but not least, my sister.

So to all the moms out there who have inspired their daughters to become sorority women, thank you. Without you here to inspire us and support us along the way, we wouldn’t have followed our hearts or been sucked into the stereotypes in media on Greek life. We love you, and we love being your legacy.