It’s as intense as you think. The trifecta has a special place in our hearts for camp and how it further defined our awesomness as humans. Beezus obviously liked tennis and is whackjob about summer in general so no complaints there. I zeroed in on where the hot Aussie instructors were very early on, and appropriately decided to spend my time lounging in ski boats, kneeboarding, and other aquatic endeavors. Marge decided to do it real big. The Muffster doesn’t mess around. So naturally she went on to dominate most activities, become a songleader, and then take ownership of color war. Now… color war at dogwood isn’t some week-long joke. It lasts all damn summer and girls literally BECOME a color. Doesn’t even really matter if you’ve been on the green team for the past seven summers, you can still be a no-question White. Like me. However I still get a greenish tint for the Phantom Pooper incident, Mclane (I know you’re out there somewhere!), and being an undeniable camper legend.
What people don’t tell you is that the subtext of being a White is that you’re either sneaky, Jappy, not interested in waking up for skinny dip, or probably bitter about not getting the Captain/Echoes nod. Being a true Green means you’re old-school Fernwood, you’re a goober, you don’t rack up color war points at Socials, and you genuinely enjoy Campfire. Macky was a Green. And most importantly, Captain Muffy was an epic, epic green.
You know what else is green? Preppy stuff.
Sorry, hippies. Not interested in talking about the environment, we’re already fooked. Here are some of my favorite things that are White! and Pink! and Green! and whispy WASPy all over: