The world turned upside down . . . or at least knocked on its side




Having taken the photos, and having some experience scanning crowds from covering a prison riot and various other scens of civil unrest or tension, I was able to discern a couple of things:
- For every person in formal wear - male or female - there are roughly three to four parents, friends or family members in, let's say, sit-around-the-house casual.
- This was the prom: not the pre-prom mingling or the post-prom party - the prom.
Proms in this neck of the woods have evolved, or devolved, into sessions in which the proud promgoers literally promenade before a line of parents bearing cameras and making commentary on each couple's fashion choices.
It doesn't seem to jibe with what proms were when I was in high school. Feel free to express your own recollections or opinions.
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