Seventeen is a magazine that tries to cater for late teen tastes. I used to look at it occasionally when I was a teen, and so when I was trapped waiting for 45 min for a friend, I decided to take a look at its prom issue. I could divide the comments in my head into two types:
From long ago: 1. Some of these dresses look like night gowns; do you want to go to the prom in your underwear?
( a bit of a non-sequitur, but you get the idea)
2. Thank goodness some of them are not strapless.
(the nuns would roam around with
muslim muslin and safety pins to cover up an immodest girl.)
And then voices from the present century:
1. Some of the dresses are sized 2-18 and others go as large as 24. Fabulous.
2. Big bottoms are clearly allowed and maybe even enouraged. Yea! (When I was buying Seventeen, we – already poorly endowed white women/girls – all wore girdles.)
3. No more photoshopping of bodies, Seventeen says, and that’s actually likely. Plus-size models are genuinely plus. Hooray!
The down side: the burning questions of today look awfully like those of the 50′s and 60′, which means way too many of them are about how he will react to you/her. Gay couples don’t have any problems?? There are no important problems that don’t have to do with sex?
O, Tra-la-la. Life is deliciously trivial