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Sunday, April 22, 2007

Impressions of the prom, 2007

I worked an off-duty gig last night, doing security at the high school prom. My impressions:

For some reason, all chaperons stationed outside were male, and most of the inside chaperons were female.

Fedoras were big, this year.

Backless, shoulderless gowns were the standard.

Teenaged girls that are physically fit are now more so, than when I was in high school. No, that wasn't written as a leering old perv, but a simple observation: those girls that are not fat are generally far more toned than the girls I grew up with. They've clearly been going to the gym. When I was a teenager, it was extremely unusual to witness any kind of muscle definition in a girl's arms, back, or neck. I saw last night latissimus dorsi that have been regularly pulling on a rowing machine, triceps that have been worked. Calves showed sculpting. With very few exceptions, the effect is quite aesthetic and feminine. (The rot about "not wanting to work out with weights lest I look masculine" is a misconception; without steroids and/or obsessive over-use of the gym, women with normal body chemistry simply cannot bulk up like that.) I don't know what to make of that. Sad statement on society's raised bar of expectations of young women, or happy surge in physical fitness?

Boys mostly wore rented tuxes. A few colorful examples were present, not least of which was a textured pink tuxedo. I told the boy he looked nice. He did; he was relaxed and healthy and happy and having a good time with his friends. What's nicer than that? A couple wore straw cowboy hats. One, in a traditional black tux, wore a camouflage baseball hat. Some of the nicer tuxedos had tails. I didn't particularly care for the scarlet cummerbunds on some of the "traditional" tuxes, but that's just me. A couple of guys wore personal suits. One guy tried to enter without a jacket with his shirt untucked and tie hanging loose. He was stopped, and he corrected what he could.

I observed a terrible lack of etiquette, mostly on the part of the boys, but also from the girls. It's a Promenade; walking in smacking gum isn't appropriate. Girls struggled in 4" heels to walk to the building entrance across a gravel parking lot while their "escorts" would either walk along without ever thinking to put out his arm, or, worse and still more common, striding ahead without looking back. This was especially common in groups that arrived together-- the girls would bunch up together, and the boys would mob up, slinking up the path in a pair of segregated groups. Boys would get out of their vehicles and walk toward the entrance without so much as a glance to their dates' car doors. Girls would form up together and run off from their escorts before they had even entered the building. Cell phones were pulled out without a thought. Boys thought nothing of standing among ladies with their hands shoved in their pockets.

I apparently will never dance again, if I have now seen the new scene of dance.

At least one lengthy (overly-so) hiphop song features air raid sirens. Huh. Okay.

Most of the kids danced. Perhaps badly, and with no real method, but they danced, that's good. Young people should dance. It makes me happy to see it.

My friends and I were never so good-looking. We weren't as young, either. But must of us cut our hair. (I don't mind long hair-- it's the unkempt shaggy look that bugs me.)

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5 Comments:

At Sunday, April 22, 2007 10:52:00 AM, Anonymous Huck Phinn said...

I don't know who originated the maxim, probably some form was old hat among the students of Socrates, but it still applies:

Every year the freshman women look better, and every year it does you less good.

 
At Sunday, April 22, 2007 3:54:00 PM, Anonymous Rabbit said...

It's amazing. There never seems to be a middle ground with young women, as you've noted.

And yes, it's absolutely amazing- none of their mothers looked that splendid at their age.

I'm going to take a shower now. I feel so ...dirty.

Regards,
Rabbit.

 
At Sunday, April 22, 2007 11:29:00 PM, Blogger Tam said...

We're teetering towards fuddy-duddydom, Matt.

At the gun show today, a county commissioner of my acquaintance introduced me to a judge. As I shook the old gentleman's hand I suddenly felt way too grown up for comfort.

I turned up the Linkin Park extra loud on the drive home.

 
At Monday, April 23, 2007 1:16:00 AM, Blogger Matt G said...

Tamara, that emotional reaction often hits me when, for example, the judge (or my doctor, or an attorney who's receiving one of my cases at the D.A.'s office) is younger than I am. A few months ago I asked the kid behind the counter at the pharmacy to get me the pharmacist. She smiled and said that she was the pharmacist. I wasn't sure if she thought I was sexist, or if she figured out the truth-- dammit, I'm not old enough to be senior to a licensed pharmacist by a frickin' decade!!! :(

I cranked up the Wise Guys, and Beastie Boyz on my MP3 player... only to realize that they had produced the song ("Brass Monkey") in Licensed To Ill about 20 years ago, when my pharmacist was in kindergarten. Maybe some new stuff? "Sabotage"-- Oh. She was in 5th grade when that came out.

"I know you planned it;
I can't stand it!"

Probably should just give in, put on a chicken costume, and sing "Still Crazy." (After All These Years.)

 
At Monday, April 23, 2007 2:36:00 PM, Blogger shooter said...

Ahh, yes, the prom. I've been to several. Each year kept getting better and better. Texas Tuxes were common in my day. I bit one year and wore black Wranglers with my jacket, tie and vest. Black Larry Mahan to top off the ensemble.

Most memorable was my first Junior/Senior prom at my high school. The senior class (I was a junior) got nailed for some hijinks off campus and were sentenced en masse to a week's detention. In rebellion, about 100 out of 250 ditched their dates and hired strippers from the local men's clubs as their 'dates' for the evening.

 

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