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07/03/2009 05:12 am ET Updated May 25, 2011

America Idolizes the Prom

Recession and swine flu outbreaks be damned: that most insipid of

American traditions, The Prom, shall go on. In our city schools have closed,

exams have been canceled yet not one prom even postponed.

While they may be fun for some they encapsulate everything that is wrong

with high school: inclusion and thus rejection; the pretty and popular are

glorified while the rest stand on the sidelines trying to cover their

humiliation with a stiff upper lift and phony smiles.

If you've been popular you're going out in a blaze of

fireworks, if like me you were unpopular you shuffle off with a

whimper looking forward to a world without football captains and

cheerleaders to validate and judge your worth.

I was trying to explain to my own daughter, whose prom plans are turning

out to be less glorious than she had hoped, that it's one night and as of

Friday she will be out in the world where the hideous rules of high school

no longer apply. Who's in and who's out, who's popular and who's not will

be replaced by what you're good at. And you will pick your friends and

mates from the world at large and not from the motley crew you've been

stuck with for ten years.

Grown-ups don't crow and clap at unhappiness in the same way teens do.

We don't enhance our self-esteem by belittling others and basking in and

often times causing their misfortune.

Then I read a piece about Susan Boyle and her apparent meltdown and it

suddenly dawned on me we have turned into a society that sits night after

night glued to the TV to find out who's going to the prom and who's

not. Yet instead of gossiping the next day at recess we can

now tweet, Facebook and blog, making the humiliation instantaneous and

permanent.

Even the titles and slogans of the TV Shows are yanked straight from high

school vernacular. "Worlds Biggest Loser," "The Bachelor: who will he

pick, who will not get to go to the prom?" "My BFF," " are you cool enough

to be my friend?" "America's Top Model" "just not thin or pretty enough to cut it."

And what are the Real Houswives if not mean girls grown up, with big

houses where they can backstab, judge and exclude while America

cheers them on and gives them book deals to boot.

And the grand pooh-ba of all high school TV -- "American Idol." There sits

Simon Cowell, the cad we all handed our self-esteem to despite the fact

we knew we would never measure up and he would smash our dreams.

And Paula the eternal cheerleader who was nice because she could afford

to be, but made you feel like you were never quite enough.

These are America's idols and the sad part is we don't tune in to see who

wins as much to see who will eat a dozen donuts and get

sent home the real loser. Who will do something awkward, lame or just plain

human and get tossed off whatever island they happen to be on.

Night after night we tune in to experience public humiliation in every

situation imaginable and relive high school at its very worst.

The other day I found a DVD of That Girl, my favorite show as a kid. I

excitedly called in my nine year old who after ten minutes said, "nothings

happening." "What do you mean? Donald loves Ann and Ann loves

Donald and she's buying him a desk and they're eating spaghetti, it's

adorable," I responded. My American Idolholic returned to her TV

where real things happen to real to real people and boy is it cool.

Yet I sat thrilled 40 years later to watch Anne Marie get her ring despite

the fact she even hadn't slept with Donald. I realized it was too simple and benign a

show to capture Lucy's attention. No one was being rejected or humiliated,

Ann wasn't pretending to be a star part of the time thus lying to her friends.

There wasn't a mean girl in sight.

Which brings me back to Susan Boyle: Aside from her mind boggling

talent she was the poster child for every girl who has stood on the sidelines

quietly waiting to be noticed. Someday, someone would see past

the frumpy clothes and lumpy body, some day she would be out of high

school. She was 47, had never even hooked up and was finally on

her way to the prom. And the way Simon looked at her the first time she

sang one actually thought fairy tales come true and he would ask her.

The captain of the football team was ready to move on, grow up and

look beneath the surface.

And I believe in another time when we were entertained by kinder gentler

things he might have. But in the new big wide world of never ending high

school the rules are the rules; so the younger, hipper, cuter dancing group

Diversity won. And the girl most people were rooting for

stood on the sideline yet again, well rehearsed stiff-upper-lip

in place. Of course she would melt down; who wouldn't? She probably

stayed in her house with her cat all these decades because of high

school and here she was right back in the thick of it.

But instead of calling her up the next day and being her BFF

we talk about how she's loony and unstable. We gossip about her

rejection and justify her misfortune saying she was crazy all along

Let's face it: if we picked our stars based on their emotional stability our

entertainment skies would be pretty darned dark.

Just like in high school, her pain became many people's entertainment.

Shame on us.

Have fun at the prom.

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