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Debutantes Indulge As Nation Reels
New York, 4:11 PM
Fri Dec 4
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Feel free to make up your own.
1. Cleavage curtsey.
2. Ballroom shenanigans.
3. Cheese.
4. Hairspray (the hair product).
5. Hairspray (the Musical).
6. Dancing with the Devil in the pale moonlight.
7. Awkwardness incarnate.
8. I can haz wedding?
9. Hello ladies.
10. Cruella DeVille & Co.
11. Cheese (pt. ii)
12. Coke break.
13. Projectile vomit pose practice 101.
14. Dead body.
15. Pecueca.
16. Must. Do. Makeup. Again. More.
17. Gimme just one more second and we'll have that hole in your head patched right up.
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Also: Not to get all nit-picky, but I'd hardly say that TX is very interested in the antebellum south. Those Texans who are stuck in the past tend to be more fixated on the period when the Texas was its own independent country. I believe there's even a militia or something, with a "navy" comprised of little plastic fishing boats that they paddle around some lake?
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I might be a poor girl who has all of $34 dollars in her "savings," but I have really good posture and can wear the shit out of an evening gown. Suck it, debs!
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Place your bets, please.
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I wonder how many girls leave an upside down mask imprint of makeup on their gowns. The Shroud of Turidic.
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I suspect the room smells of vodka and divorce.
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Do the girls get to pick which guys they want to bone? Or are the guys picking out which girl they'll bone? Does boning, in fact, occur? If so, when?
Why are they all wearing white? Is this a mass wedding?
And what is the weird crane-like mating dance pose with the crouch and the spread out arms? Is that some sort of uber-rich person way of signaling that they have shaved their armpits and they have cleavage even though they are thin?
Who is that weird drill sergeant couple inspecting the new recruits?
I thought that the dress in the pic was a corpse covered with a fancy shroud. Is that actually a ball gown?
How do people get in and out of such things? Can you go to the bathroom in one of those?
Why are some women wearing black? Are they evil?
Why are they all carrying their own flowers? Shouldn't some guy be giving them flowers?
Why no cake?
Where is the alcohol?
I don't see any strippers. How can there not be strippers?
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Sorry, you lucked out.
And didn't you know, debs don't ever have to use the bathroom, they're perfect ya'know?
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Once, long ago, there was this institution known as "Society." Given that society included both men and woman, certain precautions were taken in order to reduce the likelihood of incidents in the rapey-to-not-rapey spectrum. One of thse precautions was to make a formal and public announcement when a young girl would become eligible for dating, and, by extension, engagement and marriage. Obviously parents couldnt take out ads saying "For your Consideration: Miss Victoria Eugenia van Hopper," so the "announcement" was done indirectly through a party called a "debut" or "coming-out." This party could cost, proportionally speaking, what a full-scale wedding costs today, and there are plenty of references in authors like Edith Wharton to families that went bankrupt during a daughter's debut season.
In the interest of efficiency, the smaller debut parties tended to converge into a single large-scale ball, with the festivities organized by prominent matrons of the local society. This way girls whose fathers couldn't quite afford to hire the Lester Lanin Orchestra could still make their "bow" to society.
And once the local matrons got a good look at the young woman, they could decide to invite her to the following year's series of parties and teas and such, where she would get a chance to meet under controlled conditions the local eligible bachelors, with the eventual intention of finding a suitable husband.
Until a girl made her debut, she was officially a child and the policy for young men was strictly hands off. After the debut, young men were allowed to make social overtures.
There was a time when a "promiment" young woman who failed to make a proper debut could just about give up on the idea of making an advantageous marriage, and therefore be considered a failure and a disgrace to her family. Obviously since that time the debut ball has lost almost all of its importance in the marriage racket.
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So I take it there's no such thing as a deb ball for men.
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