Prom-a Drama

I was helping the Snapper select a corsage for his senior prom date.  Luckily he had a phone photo of his date’s dress.  I said, “Isn’t technology fabulous? All I could tell my senior prom date was that my dress was yellow.”  (Yes, I remember).


The Snapper said, “I can show you other girls’ dresses if you want” and I asked how much memory he’d devoted on his phone to this fashion show.  He said, “It’s not on my phone, it’s on a Facebook group called ‘Don’t  f**king steal our prom dresses bitches.”


Uh-huh.  That was my reaction, too.


Naturally I had to see.  So we sat down at his laptop and scrolled through about 30 dresses.  When we got to a pretty plum one, the Snapper said, “That dress was actually bought by a junior girl, but then a senior girl got it, too.” I said, “Wait! Isn’t that the whole purpose of this Facebook group—so people don’t buy the same dress??” And he said, yes, but the senior girl hadn’t checked the site.


I speed dialed Rebecca.  I said, “You’ve got to hear this.  I’m putting you on speaker.”


We filled her in and she asked, agog, “So what was the dress decision???” The Snapper said a group of senior girls had gone to the junior girl and told her she had to take her dress back because it wasn’t her senior prom.  And she did!  He added, “She’s one of the nicest girls I know.  I told the senior girls that the junior had the dress first, so really the senior should return her dress.”


Rebecca said to the Snapper, “You do realize this is a lose-lose discussion for you.”


I added, “Seriously, ten years from now they’ll all be shelling out hundreds of dollars to wear the exact same dress as their friends when they’re in bridal parties.” And the Snapper said, “But this is prom!”


I went to find George.  I said, “Did you know there’s a Facebook page called ‘Don’t  f**king steal our prom dresses bitches’ but one girl actually did steal another girl’s dress.


George looked pained.  He is still recovering from the Snapper’s date selection drama.  Over spring break the Snapper had announced that he was not going to make a decision about a date for awhile.  I pointed out that prom was 2 months away and girls needed time to pick a dress (this was before I knew of the Facebook group).  I added, “And you will become bait for the girls who don’t have a date or who want you to go with one of their friends.  You need to get out in front of this.”


George said, “Girls don’t strategize like that, do they?”


I said, “I’m a girl.  Trust me.”


Sure enough, about a week after Spring Break the pressure mounted.  The girl who is throwing the after party at her parents’ shore house was dateless (we’ll call her Amanda).   Another of the Snapper’s friends—we’ll call her Lee—had made plans to go with a boy who was going to another shore house party.  But then the boy invited another girl so Lee wanted back in at Amanda’s.  Amanda told Lee her parent had capped the number of kids already.  Amanda was also on the Snapper’s short list and this was apparently well known.  So Lee figured that if the Snapper asked Amanda, instead of each of them bringing a separate date, it would open up two spots at the post-prom and Lee could get back in with her date.  She was backed up by a group of friends who spend one evening IM’ing the Snapper with “casual” prom comments.  Eventually one of them asked if he’d decided on a date yet.  He came to me with the laptop.  I said, “That question is a fishing expedition. Don’t answer it unless you want it out over the network.” Sure enough, the moment he responded he saw that several of his female friends had gone into video chat together.


George said, “You’re right.  Eighteen year old girls are capable of prom strategies that make the invasion of Iraq look like child’s play.”


I said, “I can see the Facebook page now:  ‘Don’t f**king steal out battle fatigues bitches.” And George said Al Quaeda wouldn’t stand a chance.



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