The only dress code specified on the registration form was that “Ladies, please keep your dresses fingertip length or longer.” Like a good little homeschooler, I made sure that the dress was fingertip length on me; I even tried it on with my shoes, just to be sure. I showed up at prom with my boyfriend, and I was wearing the really cute silver dress that was fingertip length on me, and on my way in Mrs.
It was fingertip length, I was ecstatic, and I laid down several weeks worth of tip money I had been saving up to buy it. I’m all dolled up, channeling my inner Marilyn Monroe with my blonde hair and bright red lipstick. D (one of the two ladies organizing the prom this year) stopped me and said, “honey, that dress is too short.” I said, “what is the rule?
” and she said “yes, but I can’t make that call it’s on Mrs.
” I was annoyed with her pettiness, especially because I had so carefully complied to their rules, but I said “Yes ma’am,” and went into the ballroom.
My sister (a different one — she’s 17 and doing dual enrollment at the local community college to finish up her last year of high school via homeschooling and will start college on the east coast this coming fall) was supposed to go to prom this past weekend, but everything went terribly wrong.
When I saw her Facebook status about it (which used the particularly perfect phrase “rape culture activists”), I asked if she wanted to share her story with you here, and she took a little time this evening to write up this fantastic post for you all. *** So, I’m a high school senior, a homeschooler, and a girl, and something really awful happened to me last night, and it made me really mad. I live in Richmond, VA and several weeks ago my boyfriend got our tickets to the Richmond Homeschool Prom.
We were also a little grossed out by all the dads on the balcony above the dance floor, ogling and talking amongst themselves.
We weren’t dancing, but swaying with the music and talking and enjoying ourselves, when Mrs.
When I got into the ballroom I laughed, because I was surrounded by girls in much shorter dresses then me, albeit they were shorter, and therefore stood out less in the crowd, but it was still frustrating.