This past weekend, my sister went to her senior prom. This festivity—which, in my mind, is the culmination of everything that is wrong with high school set to bad hip-hop—has been at the forefront of her mind for the past few months. For weeks now, she has found herself under extreme duress brought on by the search for the perfect prom dress. During spring break, I decided to give her some sisterly advice. Don’t worry, I told her. Nobody will be looking at you. Everybody thinks that everyone else cares, but, in actuality, we’re all focused on our own hairstyles, manicures, etc.
