Prom Promiscuity

Public displays of affection have gone too far, and prom was no exception.


By Morgan Galer, Student Life Editor

As every high school student knows, public display of affection (PDA) is something that, unfortunately, happens way too often. From hallways to the back of the classroom, hormonal teenagers just cannot seem to cool off enough to save it for later.

While it is no secret that prom is the birthplace of PDA (among other things), the eyes of the innocent everywhere are praying to every and all the gods above for you to put a halt on your extremely uncomfortable and unsettling encounters. Prom was this past weekend, April 23, and once again there was a rise in the levels of PDA. Prom is not held at the high school, causing students to take this opportunity to show even more PDA. Gross, I know. However, I have taken it upon myself to go further into this adolescent nightmare and examine more closely the ties between teenage PDA and the night of all nights, Prom.

I got dressed up on prom night, I set out with my friends hoping to have the star filled night you would see in any classic movie, and while I was not let down in most factors, the amount of PDA my fellow ZCHS peers and I witnessed was unnerving. We witnessed young boys trying to slyly and subtly slide their hands from the lower back to the butt, we witnessed couples twisting tongues, and we witnessed much smaller acts as well. Do not get me wrong, I know that high school is the time to have first loves and all that good stuff, but to what extent? I do not want to see you and your beloved boyfriend or girlfriend sucking face during a slow dance. Now, this has been around since the dinosaurs roamed the earth, or at least since prom became a big thing, and we’ve all truthfully had enough.

We can infer that prom PDA is so popular due to the glam and the makeup and the tuxes and the dresses, everyone manages to show up looking amazing, and that is how it should be. However, it gets into our raging teenage hormones, and, again, leads to the horror of watching the kid you sat by in freshman biology make out with his significant other in the corner of the venue. There is no saying that prom PDA will end, and I do not see it stopping anywhere in the near future, but next time you consider sliding that hand a little lower or going in for the full make out in a room full of classmates, friends, teachers, and chaperones, consider the rest of us. Seeing you in your GROSS displays of affection has the rest of us reeling. Keep it together, let the suffering stop.