The Demise of the Prom Dress
It appears I have prematurely turned into a grumpy old lady, as my sense of decency far outweighs my sense of "style." I base this horrifying conclusion on my reactions to the parade of prom fashions I was treated to while sitting in the hotel lobby during a conference this past weekend. Fortunately I was in good company as two other (young) grumpy old ladies were right next to me, sharing the lobby couch, remarking on the dresses (not loud enough for the teens to hear of course) as we watched them walk by.
One wore what I could only describe as The Streetwalker's Delight — a skintight lycra black dress that was so short it just barely curved under her buttocks. I really don't see how she could have sat down in the dress, much less danced in it, without revealing her underwear (if she wore any, as I know wearing underwear is also terribly out of fashion these days). This was worn without stockings and with a very shiny pair of 4" heels gold pumps.
There were several versions of what I'd call the Where's The Skirt? model of prom dress — my fellow critiquers were wondering if perhaps the Recession had caused people to simply buy half a dress. These girls wore dresses with a bodice and then what appeared to be the beginning of a ruffled skirt, but it stopped short, waaaay short, as if someone had been interrupted while sewing it. Or perhaps there was some Cinderella-and-her-evil-stepsisters types of a fight in the dressing room and the remaining ruffles were torn off. Once again, I am not sure how they managed to sit down, breathe, or dance, because half an inch of movement and all would be revealed.
Then there were the Dancing With the Stars — the Lost Dresses versions of the prom dresses. These dresses were longer, but with backs that were so bare, bras were obviously impossible and that dipped so low there was derriere cleavage showing! The sides were cut out to reveal midriffs and the edges of their breasts (to further confirm the lack of a bra) and then to complete the look, a high slit up to THERE in the front, to ensure nothing was left to the imagination. One girl's dress was so sheer that from across the lobby I could see that she was wearing a thong. But I at least took it as a positive sign that she was wearing underwear of some sort.Continued on the next page