The prom (cue scary music)
   by Christian Livemore

 There’s a lot of scary stuff going on in the world right now. We’re at war
 in Iraq. North Korea is developing nuclear weapons.  U.S. relations with
 some of our staunchest world allies are severely strained. The Bush
 administration is planning to close a slew of  military bases in 2005. We’re
 facing the biggest deficit in American history. And a person can no longer
 safely order french fries at McDonald’s without being run down and
 assaulted by a mob bearing a frightening resemblance to the pitchfork and
 fire-wielding villagers in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein.

 But I want you to forget about all that for a moment because there’s a
 much more urgent issue that requires your immediate and undivided attention:
 The prom.

 Yes, it’s prom season, and teenagers all across America are focused on
 one thing and one thing only: how to convince their parents they had a
 flat tire after the prom so they get a motel room for the night.

 Devious school boards across America are focused on something
 altogether different, and so for years thave put these proms at the end
 of the school year to entice kids not to drop out the rest of the year.
 That way they can go to a good college, get out of school and get a
 well-paying job, so they can in turn pay for their kids’ proms. It’s
 what keeps the economy moving.

 But to parents, their child’s prom means something else entirely,
 something far more resonant and enduring (I’m tearing up just thinking
 about it): Utter financial ruin.

 First there’s the attire. If you have girls, this means a prom dress.
 Preferably an elegant one, if possible an exact replica of the gown worn
 by Mademoiselle de la Vallière which drove Louis XIV so crazy he
 expanded Versailles from a cottage into a chateau to impress her.
(Chicks dig chateaus.)

 When picking out your child’s prom dress, just remember this simple
 rule of thumb: The idea is to make your child look as much as possible
 like the top of a wedding cake. Think The Lady Chablis, only flamboyant.

 My sister has chosen for the big night a floor-length gown that cost
 approximately the same as two years’ tuition at Harvard. In some
 countries you can buy a small child for what I paid for Charity’s prom
 dress. (Let me say here that I have never bought a child, small or
 otherwise, either here or abroad, but it’s useful to point out that if
 one did buy a small child, they would have an infinitely longer shelf
 life than your daughter’s prom dress.)

 You can of course buck tradition and force your prom goer to wear a
 less expensive and more versatile dress. In this case, you can look
 forward to significant financial savings and every argument you ever
 have with your child for the rest of your life being capped with the
 wailing and tearful accusation, “And you wouldn’t buy me the prom dress
 I wanted and that’s why Chip married Peggy instead of me and now my
 whole life is RUINED and it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!”

 To make sure your little Cinderella looks her best, her prom dress must
 have the perfect accompanying shoes and earrings. For those perfect
 shoes and earrings, expect to pay about what it would cost for a pound
 of depleted uranium. (For current rates, see the World Health Organization’s
 updated Depleted Uranium Fact Sheet.)

 Okay, so you’ve got the perfect outfit. But you don’t get off that easy.

 Next there are class dues, which you must pay or your child cannot
 attend the prom. These dues are $50. Whoops, too late. That was in
 January. If you didn’t pay them in January, too bad for you: they went
 up to $60 in February. Can’t afford $60? No problem. You can always
 wait and pay them in March. Then they’re $70. Can’t afford $70? You
 should have thought of that back in January, when they were only $50.
 You’re new at this, aren’t you?

 Next up is the limo. So many choices to make, and each of them costs money.

 The first question is whether to get a black limo or a white limo. The girls
 will invariably want white. (Chicks dig white — it reminds them of weddings.)
 The boys, of course, will want black. (Boys dig black — it reminds them of
 the t.v. show Night Rider.)

 But since the girls will always get their way for reasons which we will not go
 into here, that means the limo will be white. Now. Since every girl will want
 a white limo (and studies have shown that fifty percent of teens who attend
 proms are girls), the white limo will be a highly valued commodity. That of
 course means you will pay twice as much. (For price estimates, go to the
 U.S. State Department Web site and match your price to the current U.S.
 offer for the right to place Iraq-bound U.S. troops in Turkey.)

 But hold on, don’t close that wallet yet. You don’t expect your child
 to spend an entire evening at the prom without a good meal, do you? And
 you’d better expect to pay big for this. Would you expect Cinderella to
 stop for cheeseburgers on the way to the dance? No. Figure filet mignon.
 Figure ten gold Krugerrands.

 So if you want your child to have a wonderful, memorable prom experience,
 you better get started. You’ve got a lot to do. You can start by having your
 home reappraised now for a second mortgage, while the rates are good.


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