I’m somewhere between apoplectic and flabbergasted, and I haven’t even started on the alphabet from G to Z yet.
I try to remind myself to not judge others for their choices, but I’m having a really hard time wrapping my head around the logic on this one. Hence my less than gracious headline. And my less than gracious rant.
I did a little digging yesterday. So what does $1,078 buy, more or less?
- Enough for two parents and said teen to eat for a month using the USDA’s most liberal food plan cost
- An average month’s rent for a house in my state
- 281 gallons of gasoline at $3.83 a gallon (AAA as of today). With a 25 MPG car, that’s 7,025 miles, or more than half the average person’s annual mileage
- Nine in-state resident credit hours at my local community college
I’m wondering how on earth you rack up such a bill. And who are the kids are who “expect” (per the article) mani-pedis, limos, professionally done makeup and hotel rooms? I can’t imagine having asked my hardworking parents to fork over half a year’s gas money to tart me out like a Barbie doll for one night.
I went to prom in high school. My friends and I met at each others’ houses and did each others’ hair and makeup. Our dates picked us up in their own family’s cars. My dresses started out as bridesmaids’ gowns. We had a blast.
When I was in high school, my parents made it pretty clear that they were responsible for food, clothing, shelter, medical care and education, and if I wanted extras like going to prom, I was to find a way to pay for it myself. The thought of asking my father for even $20 so we could go out with friends on the weekend was foreign to us. So much so, that my brother and I as adults got to laughing so hard we couldn’t breathe over the thought of it.
I don’t get it. I guess if you have plenty of money to spend and everyone gets joy out of it, go for it. But if this is a strain, and you are going to this level of spending for your kid’s prom, stop. Just stop. Please. In the long run, you’re not doing them any good.