Not all Skankcoons are as in-your-face as the standard issue Chicago Club Skankcoon. What we have here, is the hybrid Sorority Skankcoon. They’ve got the silver jetta, the tiffany bracelet and the coach purse. They’re tanned within mere inches of their life with french manicured acrylic tips. They look at home in the country club and the mall, but make no mistake: they are STILL Skankcoons. Their boyfriends are the same as Skankcoon Men, just replace the Ed Hardy with a popped-collared polo shirt. Their motives are the same. Their social rituals are the same. And they’ll die of skin cancer, too. I dub these women, The Sororicoons.
