A giant rock in the Santa Monica Mountains sits silently but for a single question scrawled across its face: “PROM?” Park rangers are not pleased.
The original My Super Sweet 16 aired from 2005-2008, and in the last ten years teens have really figured out what makes good content.
John Kasich, a toddler screaming for the entire duration of an international flight, has reached the stage in his overlong and grating campaign for the GOP nomination in which the only needs he can truly serve are those of the ironic youth of America.
Over at the New York Times, Amanda Hess has written an ode to the surprising sweetness of the “promposal”—the popular teen trend of asking someone to prom in an elaborate, often goofy, and always grand way. But hidden in the piece is something far more confusing to me, a bona fide adult, than the already confusing…
In case you hadn't heard, teenagers are no longer allowed to ask each other to prom discreetly, perhaps via evening phone call or at their lockers between classes. Now, the prom experience demands a creative, often public "promposal." Because it's not like high school felt high stakes enough, right?
Maybe it's because spring finally arrived, and summer's finally in sight. Maybe it's hormones, or maybe it's just the angst of youth. But for some reason, teens are absolutely, undeniably out of control right now. Forget peak beard—we're at peak dumb teen.
This seems like a pretty risky move: A high schooler asked his girlfriend to prom by crafting a very convincing fake letter from the University of South Carolina, supposedly rescinding her admission in the fall unless she agreed to go to prom with him.
The average amount American teens and their parents expect to spend on prom has dropped this year—to a mere $978.