Clearly my marriage will go straight to hell for looking at these pictures:
We have a feeling, even though we are old, that some girls are bringing
girls to homecoming/prom/fancy-wear day dances these days. Amirite? Are
you one of those girls/boys?Well let’s celebrate those photos everyone is so f*cking afraid of! VISIBILITY, LADIES!
I am just now combing through my own memories of high school to try to figure out if anyone I knew brought a partner of the same sex to prom. I don’t think so, though my own memories of that time aren’t good ones, so I doubt I was paying attention to anything but my own nonsense.
As are most people, I think: High school is fucking miserable. Even if you are popular, even if you are gorgeous, even if you are smart, even if you fit into every box there is to check on every list there is to make and do everything exactly right, it is still a point in your life when you feel like you have to figure everything out and become who you’ll be for the rest of your life. And all around you are a bunch of other kids doing the same thing, and being assholes to each other because the neurons are firing a billion miles a minute, plus there’s sports and cheerleading and drivers’ licenses to get in the way.
Maybe this is my small-town talking, and a city school would have been different, but if what I’ve seen of teenagers all over is true, high school is at best an awkward experience in why you suck. Why is why this is so enraging, this girl and her girl and the inability to go to prom together just because adults are fucking stupid. There’s so little joy in the world, and even less when you have acne and are worried about college admissions and whatever it is kids these days worry about, with their iPods and stuff, and then grown-ups come along with all this bullshit and make itworse. God.
If you can find even one other person who remotely gets you during this
time of your life when everything sucks so much and nothing feels
right, you should cling to that person who gets you like a very clingy thing, and you should do as much stupid shit together as you possibly can, up to and including going to the goddamn prom. If you’re a girl and she’s a girl or you’re a guy and he’s a guy, so fucking what? What
matters is you’ve found somebody at the age of 16 that takes away the
ever-present urge to just explode with how insane the world is. I looked at those faces up there in those pictures at the link and just thought, how lucky they are to be that happy.
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