| Look if you can't teach your kid to dance and set the table and which fork to use than shame on you. I escorted a number of girls to deb balls when I was a young man and they were quite humorous and usually populated by new money types who attempted to act as if they were related to some viscount. In America it's pretty much all new money and unless you have an estate in the country with 400 acres and you fly private and the house is chock full of ancient paintings and mismatched silver it aint you and they know it. Unfortunately you don't so you pray you get an invitation to Mrs. Simpsons. |
| The previous posters comment was pretty rude. I went to a lot of deb balls when I was in high school and college and they were all old money. My DC have been going to Mrs Simpson's for the last five years and have a lot of fun with their friends. (BTW - I didn't have to "pray" for an invitation as I am a third generation Washingtonian who attended Mrs Simpsons) I was curious about the current details of the Christmas ball as it relates to Mrs Simpsons. I'm not sure why dancing school evokes so many inappropriate comments... |
| Why can't I dance? Because my parents couldn't afford to send me to the analogous places when I was a kid. All of my friends went. I'm grateful that they sacrificed for a good education for me, but I've been embarrassed all my life about not knowing how to dance. Someday I'll have time to learn. |
| I must admit this thread is more than amusing. I attended most of the predecessor events to these current ones several decades ago, and played the game better than most. I still never learned to dance, though am reasonably coordinated so can probably fake it better than most. The seriousness with which people take these events is scary in a world (or even city) where real problems exists. I think the message and values that these groups/events send to our children is simply awful. We do need manners and politeness, but these groups/events place those characteristics in the wrong perspective. Sorry. |
I don't know. So far there have been a couple of informational "receptions" for juniors considering it. We haven't been since my daugther isn't interested in it. |
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Ah yes, I remember the annual Christmas dance. I wasn't invited, of course, because I'm Jewish. None of my Jewish friends were invited, nor were my African-American friends. But all our white, Christian classmates were, regardless of their families or whatever. Those of us who were excluded and heard all about the fantastic time everyone had when we were back in school were keenly aware of why we were left out.
I know, I know, they do let in some African-American and jewish kids now, primarily because of the lawsuit and consent decree. None of the Jewish girls in my daughter's NCS class were invited, but I'm sure thats an oversight. They couldn't possibly still be a segregated club. |
Apparently not, because my kids slipped in. |
Well, toots for you! |
Arthur Murray. |
Have the Mrs. Simpsons and Cotillion nominations gone out for 2010-2011? |
I can't see spending the money on this crap. And there's always Youtube. It has everything. |
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the end product
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7Ctv7qeIvk yawn |
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The parents who send their kids here might as well don the white hoods and white gowns they keep in the back of their closets. The South Will Rise Again, Hee Haw!
Its time Mrs S receive a nice little lawsuit and get a federal decree to get all you racists and fascists into the 21st century, kickin and screamin Im sure To anyone who goes to SFS and still sends their kids here, SHAME ON YOU! |
Why the special condemnation of SFS parents who have their children participate in cotillions? I'm against the institution of cotillions, and my children do not attend SFS, but I don't understand why SFS parents should incur extra opprobrium for participating. |
| Uh, PP, you might think Mrs. Simpson's is exclusionary, but there's no basis for a lawsuit -- it's a private institution and I don't believe it receives any federal funds. Just like exclusive country clubs. |