Raising a teenager is like being a Kremlinologist during the Cold War. For those trying to navigate, here's a primer on how to attend the prom at one suburban New York high school. At least these appear to have been the rules yesterday. They may have changed by today.
I couldn't help but feel badly for these kids. They are growing up in an environment that has made alcohol so forbidden, so undeniably dangerous in nearly every way, that they feel the need to sneak it at every turn.
Has the quest for popularity become so anxiety-provoking that parents, who are otherwise involved in their children's lives -- sports, arts, grades, clothing -- would allow their child to pose drunk with a beer can on the Internet?