By: Connor Lenahan
Let’s drop the charade for a second: we all Facebook stalk people. If you are trying to find out more about a person you will look at their photos and their posts to try and gauge them as a person. There are two kinds of people in this world: people who admit to doing it (me) and liars.
So let’s have a judgement free zone here. Today is Prom day for Abington Heights High School, my alma mater. Know what that means? It’s time for one of my favorite annual holidays. Post-Prom Facebook Stalking is one of the greatest days of the year.
Admit it, you do it. Hell I don’t hide it. My parents and I were openly judging dresses and tuxes before Prom even started. We were having a ball too. It’s far too much fun.
It’s fairly pathetic, this is true, but I don’t care. I am physically incapable of dancing. Therefore Prom was never a dance to me. Prom was a fashion event. My take on the night was the same as many of my female friends: out dress everyone else. To this day I care about who looks good and who looks awful more than anything. I was filled with childish glee when I logged onto Instagram and found the first of the thousands of photos from the night start to trickle in.
Yes, I am a soon to be twenty-year-old college sophomore flipping through photos of high school student, but this is America, and this is somehow not weird.
Moral of the story today is that America is the greatest country in history. Take that Sweden.
Connor Lenahan (@ConnorLenahan) is a sophomore at Boston University, majoring in journalism. He can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org