All posts tagged: prom

Mary Ellen Mark

Prom: Awkward Teenagers at the Philadelphia Museum of Art

For all the hullabaloo of my Senior Prom and the associated hoopla of the central New Jersey homeschool community, I’m not sure that going to prom is an experience I’d ever like to repeat.  Sure, it was fun helping my mom with the centerpieces and dragging my long suffering Canadian boyfriend with me but between the dress (which I made myself), the actual event (which I spent moping around in anticipation of missing my boyfriend when he returned to Montreal) and the after party (which consisted of A Knight’s Tale and a dozen friends crashing on the living room floor), the entire experience was rather anticlimactic. But old habits die hard.  I went to not one but four proms in high school and ended up in tears over so-and-so not asking me to dance more times than not.  In college, I joined the Social Planning Committee about seven minutes after I arrived on campus, thus earning myself the distinction of the only freshman able to score two tickets to the annual Goucher College Gala, and …

A 20-Something’s Continued Adventures in Teenage Angst

Sunday evening, 5:00pm: We’re at Penn’s Landing.  It’s crowded and hot and full of people who have gathered on the waterfront for the weekly cultural heritage festival (Portugal this week).  I’ve been explaining why I’ve been so irritated and Date #7’s been apologizing for making me so irritated in the first place and before I can say another word, he leads me from the fountain where we’ve been sitting in the shade to the top of the plaza. “Let’s dance,” he says. “Here?”  No one else is dancing.  There are two men playing accordions but still, this is the food court. By way of an answer, Date #7 takes my right hand in his left and slips his arm around my waist.  He smiles at me and I find myself smiling back but then I remember that I am angry at him—he can’t just kiss me and ask me to dance and expect me to forget all about— But he can. Because I do. Before I know it, I’m seated in his lap overlooking the …

Gay on the Go for iPhone???

I’ve just discovered the ultimate gay-dar.  It’s called Grinders and it’s an iPhone app.  Now you might be wondering why on earth I would care about the “Gay on the Go” iPhone application, being neither gay nor the owner of an iPhone, but I’ve been searching for a reliable gay-dar since I was seventeen.  It was then that I wasted an entire summer angling to “accidentally” bump into one of the fine arts students at Pratt Institute.  My summer at Pratt did the trick in terms of my career (yesterday’s horror story at Temple University notwithstanding).  I woke up one morning and said, “Mom, Dad, I want to go to arts school and become a fashion designer.”  They said something along the lines of, “No honey, trust us on this one, you don’t.”  To which I responded, “I had the best gown at the homeschool prom three years in a row [Note: this was no easy feat; we had a rather well attended homeschool prom]!  That gun metal silver renaissance gown I made?  Sheer genius!  …