It’s true.
In fact, my daughter's high school has a series of dances that begins in the freshman year. It's sponsored by the parent association and a couple of local clubs. They have an etiquette and dance coaching session ahead of time, separate ones for boys and girls.
By the time the senior prom rolls around, the kids are quite confident that they will know what to do, and they really enjoy it. They have a sit down dinner, a dance, and a VERY early breakfast before they all roll home to bed.
Parents these days do everything they can to retard their boys from growing up.
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New York Times 2004:
http://query.nytimes.com/gst/fullpage.html?res=990DE2DB173EF933A05756C0A9629C8B63
San Francisco Chronicle 2007:
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2007/11/16/EDEOTD66H.DTL&hw=parker&sn=003&sc=544
Young men are no longer evolving to be men until they are in their late 20s ( if they are lucky). They stay boys much , much longer, refuse individual responsibility or structure, and think they have an inate wisdom which they must exercise in order to cope.
They have no wisdom, and young ladies will simply evolve to dating much older young men than they are.So do not be surprised to see many more sixteen year old girls wanting to date 24 year old men. Its sure to happen. And unfortunately they are right.
Parents these days do everything they can to retard their boys from growing up.
I have visited some US college campuses recently and it seems to also be a victim of political correctness. Girls and boys dressing up nicely and showing a little class--gone. It all looks so trampy and low class and casual and non commital these days. I watched college (male) freshmen just let heavy doors at book store simply slam close on the face of women behind them coming in--not thought to being a real man. I would say, not only romance, but gentlemanly manners and chivalry seem long dead at these places.
It would take a cultural revolution in this country lasting several decades to repair the damage caused by the feminist movement and the sexual revolution that resulted in making it easier for men to use women and left women and children holding the bag.
It would take a revolution back to the principles and common belief system that existed in America up until the 1960s, and it would take everyone in the country determined to reverse course and change the way they raise their children.
It ain't gonna happen.
Democrats would respond by giving them condoms.
Well, the boys have taken their cues from the girls. You don't act like a lady, you don't get treated like one. Have no expectations and the boys will accommodate you.
The young men of 50 years ago had the same hormones, the same testosterone, the same desires......and yet they bought the corsages and opened the doors for their dates, and walked them to their front doors. Why don't they do that anymore?
Because they know they don't have to, and they'll still get laid.
I would just bag the whole thing myself.
My dad would have politely but firmly told the boy to go away and then driven me to the dance where I would have bought my own ticket and had a good time.
I would also make sure that every person in the school knew that this jerk may talk big but it was just talk.
By the parents of the girls letting the boys get away with that behavior and the parents of the boys tactically approving of it they are saying that it is ok for the boys to lie. They are saying that the girls not worthy of being consulted on what they wanted.
Not good lessons for them to be learning at that age.
And no, from what I have heard, this is not the way it works these days. This is an exception rather then the rule.
Bunch of no-talent wannabe playas with no-talent wannabe parents. These gals should have dumped them from word “go.”
These young men simply were not raised properly....and their parents should’nt be blaming anyone else for it...
The biggest problem is that most of these young men don’t have models of correct behavior. How can they learn if they’re not taught?
Why spend good money and time to go to a dance organized by mindless, domineering, timeserving government drones? Instead, you and your friends could go to the type of place, like a good restaurant or movie theatre, or even a private dance hall, that will cater to you and that is nice enough to actually attract people who have choices.
Seems like a simple choice to me. Just because some school board can maintain the Potemkin Village appearance of a fun time does not mean that children should want to be part of that deception.
LOL!We lovingly refer to her as "the wife" :).
I’d guess that at least one if not more of those boys aren’t allowed to go to homecoming for discipline or academic reasons and that’s why it all of a sudden isn’t “cool” to go.
Tough break for those girls that swoon over bad boys.
Not with my daughter, you don’t.
I’m sure its nothing new in parenting, but I’m not looking forward to my little girl getting to this age.
“Last month, a boy asked my 16-year-old daughter to his school’s homecoming dance.”
10 Rules For Dating My Daughter
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilising a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.”
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.