Every Man’s an Actor, Every Girl Is Pretty

See that guy standing behind Natalie’s chair? He’ll be there! Jim was the committee’s token man, although we never called him that. He was a full-fledged, envelope-stuffing member of the force. He just happened to be the only guy.

I love checking out the clothes and hairstyles in prom pictures, and this is one of the most glamorous we’ve had on the blog. You probably know or suspect that some people have been exchanging a flurry of emails about outfits for the Gallery party. You might think only women have been participating, but just as many men have spoken up! (Some say, “My wife wants to know...” but I don’t buy that.)

Even as I have been moaning about undergarments or speculating about shoes, I felt I was doing so as part of a ritual: not really feeling frantic as much as participating in a community activity, a sort of virtual preening. We even wrote in our emails to each other, “This won’t matter when we’re all together and having fun, but....” Discussing the height of our shoe heels was a way to savor our anticipation.

As of next week, I will no longer have a good excuse to email you about shoes. Guess I’ll have to return to contemplating an overthrow of the patriarchy.