The problem with school dances (everything)

Dear sex maniacs, please take the copulation OFF the dance floor. Thank you.

That right there summarizes the main problem with high school dances. About halfway through, you can't turn without coming up against a couple (or a threesome...or a foursome...) attempting to have sex through their clothes. I say attempting because none of the people involved are actually intelligent enough to realize that you can't have sex fully-clothed. Granted, there are people who enjoy freaking, and I'm not going to bash them (much).

BUT--there is a difference between the upright, minor grinding version of freaking and whatever you want to call boys humping their dates. Me, I call it icky. But that's just me.

And of course, the other people dancing is only part of the issue. Have you ever heard the crap they play at school dances? It's sad, because really the only original part to the music is what new and inventive metaphors (only NOT) the rappers are using for--you guessed it--sex.

And of course, any time they do play good music, you can't hear it because your eardrums have already shattered, you're surrounded by masses of people and you're probably being molested by some guy with his hand on your butt.

...Yeah.

And then on top of it all, before each dance I get the Talk--don't do drugs; don't drink alcohol; if a boy tries anything, run away and call us and we'll come get you; if your friends are pressuring you, lock yourself in the bathroom and call us, blah, blah, BLAH. I can give myself the Talk by now. I could give my dog the Talk if I decided for some random reason to send my dog out clubbing.

Which I wouldn't.

Still, the point remains. And really, if I was stupid enough to take drugs or alcohol, don't my parents realize I would have already STARTED by now, in which case the Talk is completely irrelevant? I mean, if I was addicted to something, I wouldn't stop just because my mom told me it was bad. I probably wouldn't stop even if I knew it was bad, because I have no strength of will whatsoever. Woohoo.

And because I'm feeling cranky, I'm going to go eat more chocolate and blow off doing my Math homework. So there.