The New York Post, which, granted, pulls full bullshit out of their ass, stories on the obvious pattern of ever-more-elaborate “prom proposals.” One child requested his date over the varsity PA system, one other introduced a message of cupcakes to the classroom spelling out “P R O M ?”, and yet one more man requested his girlfriend to promenade on prime of a stunning bridge in Florence, Italy. Let me repeat: his girlfriend. Like, the one that already had good motive to imagine she can be his date to promenade. Yankee Stadium additionally mentioned seven youngsters to this point this 12 months have rented out the centerfield videoboard for $100 every to ask somebody to promenade; different (insane) youngsters are renting aircraft banners.- Advertisement -
Am I shocked promposals have gotten a “thing”?
In an age the place males pretend aircraft crashes, faux to be lifeless, or enlist Conan O’Brien of their marriage proposals, no, I’m not shocked in any respect. Certain components of our tradition have created individuals with a seemingly boundless want to humiliate family members/make everybody round them uncomfortable and apparently they’re solely getting youthful: one Long Island highschool scholar advised the Post that promposals are virtually as huge as promenade. I can’t perceive why, aside from the determined want to attract consideration to oneself. And, certainly, the Post fingered an more and more narcissistic tradition (i.e. making it about you and never the particular person being requested) as one of the explanations promposals are on the rise.
Back when The Frisky employees was in highschool, an invite to promenade may come from a fella driving atop of a stegasaurus or chiseled on the wall of a cave. That’s if there was an invite from a fella in any respect. Sometimes we simply went with our women, or skipped promenade all collectively.
Sigh, youngsters lately …