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So, it goes like this . . .
My daughter comes back from her second prom last night, two o’clock in the morning.
It’s tough when you look freaking amazing.
And, she had a fabulous time.
It reminds me of when I was back in high school, although I did not go to my senior prom. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, and figured that he was not worth spending an entire night with, much less a bunch of money on, just to go to prom.
So did I miss anything? Isn’t it just an over glorified dance?
I don’t think I missed anything by not dancing the hoochy-koo with my ex-boyfriend in a gym filled with bad teenage decorations.
I remember watching in an Oprah show on mothers that would do anything to make sure that their daughters are able to go to prom. Because these mothers, had missed their proms and felt like their lives were lacking as a result… of missing prom.
Chill everybody… it’s just freaking prom.
It’s just a dance.
Granted, it’s a nice memory. Nothing to get your whole life worked up over.
These moms were putting ads in local newspapers, spreading the word, even paying some of these boys to take their daughters to prom. Just because they, themselves, felt like they had missed out on something that was life-changing.
Isn’t that sad?
These women… and at least their 40s, were still hanging on to the fact that they hadn’t gone to prom… and they were going to make damn sure that their daughters didn’t have that same baggage.
Frankly, I don’t think their daughters would’ve had that baggage unless that baggage was suggested to them by their own mothers.
It’s just prom. Right? Am I missing something here?
I don’t think so.
Now, I knew that all my friends were at the party having a good time.
And, I was a little blue that wasn’t there. It’s true.
And then… I got over it.
I got to spend time with my irritating brother, and my silly dad, and my good-cooking mom.
Not too bad… really. They’re great people.
So, I’m glad to say that my daughter went to her second prom. And she had a great time at each prom, but had she not had a date she would’ve gone alone… and still had a great time.
This is the beauty of the modern teenager… That in this day and age you can go to prom by yourself. You don’t have to bring in three-eyed cousin from Nebraska just to be your date.
When I was going to prom… you did not go alone. Period. End of Story. That’s it folks. No Hans Solo.
And, all those women that were on the Oprah show, I believe that they were not “socially allowed” to go alone either. That there was some stigma attached to just hang with your friends at a big dance.
Luckily, with the progression of civilization we have accepted the fact that people can have fun alone… without a date… just hanging with your friends.
Thank god we have made major strides.
Oprah moms. Get over it.
Move on, Moth-ah!
Graduate from high school.
I am here to tell you there is life after prom.
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