Making peace with my emotional maturity. Also? Why doesn’t someone ask me to prom?

It never occurred to me that there were things I couldn’t do. Sure, there were things I didn’t want to do, like run or physically exert myself in any way. But as far as things I was capable of doing? Well, the sky was the limit.

Keeping that sense of possibility has sometimes been a challenge. At 41, I am still coming to terms with the fact that I will most likely never be an astronaut or Miss America. But I still have lots of other options.


I realized today that yet another door has closed and my world is getting smaller.

I am never going to prom again.

I know. I know! It’s hard for me to accept, too. But I am on year 24 of not being asked to the prom. I had a pretty good run of being asked to the prom two years in a row (not counting the time I asked a guy to prom through the drive-thru at Wendy’s). But since those two years of promtasticness? It’s been a long and lonely slog.

I try to keep up with prom fashions. And my mom and I faithfully watch the local high school’s promenade on public access cable every year. The kids are no longer the younger siblings of my younger brother’s classmates. Now, they are the kids of my classmates. Or – gasp – the kids of kids I babysat.

My name is Becky. I’m 41. And it would be mega creepy if I attended prom.

I loved prom because I liked to dress up. And picking out a dress was soooooo fun. My mom and I had a ball. Now? Now, I have a wedding to attend on Saturday, and instead of being excited about dressing up, I am wondering if I really have to shave my legs. After all, no one looks at you if you’re not the bride.

But prom? Prom was dressing up with your friends and delighting in how adult it all seemed. Which is funny, because prom is pretty much the least adult event ever. Nowhere in adulthood are there streamers and themes like “Enchantment Under the Sea.” When you walk into the bank or the hardware store, no one is wearing corsages. They don’t even have balloons or punch.

Maybe it’s for the best. Prom is honestly a lot of hype for a just pretty OK event. Don’t get me wrong, I loved it. But in the grand scheme of things? I’ve had more fun at a football game.

The one part of prom I refuse to give up? The fashion. I love the dresses and the sparkle of high school kids who feel fancy.

But you know I also have a bone to pick with some of the dresses. And here’s where I torture you as I am being tortured. Once I saw this, I realized I couldn’t unsee it. Now, you are in the same boat.

These dresses by Sherri Hill are youthful and cute.

But there’s something weird about the models.

They all look … uncomfortable.

This girl is trying to make the best of it, but she can’t help but wince with pain.

All these models look like …

… they have raging yeast infections.

It’s not just me, right? This looks horrible.

If going to prom means getting a yeast infection, I’m totally cool with staying home. This girl looks miserable.

This is not the first time I’ve thought this. I guess the brand is going for a youthful vibe and a certain year-over-year consistency in their modeling poses. But having some sort of crotch-based hand or leg-crossing in every shot does not say “fun and flirty” to me. It says, “I need some yogurt, stat.”

So, maybe it’s OK that I’ve officially aged out of prom. My properly balanced hoo-ha is just fine at home in yoga pants. Thanks.

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  • Reply Kari Wagner April 7, 2017 at 12:32 pm

    My 17 year old is going to prom in a few weeks. Come over. We'll get drunk after pictures.

  • Reply Becky April 7, 2017 at 3:05 pm

    As someone who's daughter is fast approaching prom age (yikes. How DID that happen?), I am grateful to see prom dresses looking more like you know, prom dresses, after a few years of ittybittypromdresses.
    Yes, I'm old. And crotchety.

  • Reply Andrea April 10, 2017 at 12:53 am

    There is a prom dress in our house this year! It scares me!

    In addition to looking miserable, how old do you think those models are?!?!?! I tried on my prom dress a few years ago and my mom took some pictures for blog related purposes. Sooooooo fashionable! (HA!)

  • Reply Karen (formerly kcinnova) April 11, 2017 at 4:04 am

    I'm 51, and those poses look like the model is doing the potty dance. You know, the one where you REALLY gotta go…
    Sometimes, however, the bank does have balloons and cookies and coffee. I just wish I could figure out the system and get there before the cookies are all gone!

  • Reply Green Girl in Wisconsin April 16, 2017 at 1:41 am

    I think you need to chaperone one. Seriously. It might help you get over the loss.
    T's going to his at the end of the month–dateless. I got to take him to pick out his tux, which pales in comparison to dress shopping.
    Now I imagine going to the bank with corsages and balloon archways…

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