Most of us have done it. I stood pat on a single prom (my own, ten years ago, of course). Some, like my friend RB, get bitten by a bug and end up doing it five times ('98, '99, '00, '02, '04) at four different schools. A few have the good sense to abstain. And according to John Green (literature's next big thing), some have gone to "morps," or backward proms. He argues that prom should be outlawed. My own prom experience was less than stellar. I wasn't in the right state of mind to enjoy anything about the evening. The drama was entirely self-inflicted, but it's not a night that I'd want to relive. The experience colored my perception of all full-formal events; I never went to one in college, and I scrupulously avoided the semi-annual balls thrown by the Navy.
Why the hell am I writing about prom now, anyway? Because a classmate shared a New York Times story about the prom industry's seeming resistance to recession. It leads with the tale of a senior at dear old Northport High, whose parents are shelling out hundreds on their daughter's big night. We read of various circumstances, ranging from one girl who is funding it all on her own and damned proud of it - to another who won't go, because she can't afford to tan for it, and can't stand to be seen in a used dress. (The latter is a resident of Connecticut, yet another example of it being the STATE OF FAIL.) The Northport student profiled tried to clarify her position in the comments. Not only did she break rule 14 of the Internet - do not argue with trolls, it means that they win - she helped prove the opposition's point, and did so with some
In the comment accompanying the Facebook link, my classmate quoted the piece's second paragraph, where it's stated that in Northport, prom is "the one really big thing we have." This is, of course, all a matter of perspective and opinion. But this girl is wrong, wrong, 6.02 x 1023 times WRONG. We shift to list form to refute this claim:
- Cow Harbor Day
- The Great Cow Harbor 10-Kilometer Run
- The Art and Music Festival
- The Powdered Wigs production
- A Midwinter Night's Dream (an annual fundraiser for ALS research)
- The final night of the Newsday Marching Band Festival
- Any time a sports team goes deep into a state tournament
If I had that night to do all over again, I certainly would have skipped the dance. In fact, I would have tried to rally all the other ditchers to have a nice chill night - one that would end with an attempt to interfere in as many after-prom festivities as possible. Oh, it's your oh-so-special night? Too bad - we are (hypothetically, at least) doing it for the lulz, and that makes us not only unstoppable, but absolutely right.