Ah, the high school prom! The crowning glory of the microcosmic high school experience! The streamer-draped altar at which yards of tulle and burdensome virginities are sacrificed! The one time a year when teenagers can deviate from their regular routine of making everything about themselves by dressing up and making everything about themselves!
And — if you’re Andie Walsh — it’s also the opportunity to design a matronly sack dress for the Dorothy Zbornak Mother-of-the-Bride collection.
As twee and cringe-worthy as the prom can be (and I refuse to even acknowledge the existence of ADULT PROMS, OMFG), it can definitely be a pretty important event in the life of your garden variety American teenager. But what about the teenagers who come of age under more unique circumstances? The ones plagued by serious illnesses or disabilities that forced them to spend the majority of their childhoods inside the confines of hospital rooms and treatment centers? Don’t they deserve one lousy night of punch and disco balls and awkward gyrating to Ke$ha songs? FUCK YES they do, and college student and awesome-name-haver Fred Scarf did something about it.
Yeah, I’m crying. WHAT? Not made of stone over here, assholes.
Promise me something, guys: for every time you read something awful online today, or are tempted to be a giant asshat to someone from behind the protective anonymity of the Internet, come back to this page (WOO PAGEVIEWS!) (KIDDING) and look at these pictures, and remember that there are people in this world who put all their time and brainpower and energy towards giving others one night — just a few hours! — of carefree happiness. I think we can all agree that it’s a pretty beautiful thing.
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