Over here aboard Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune, the ever-helpful MCCS has decided to hold a Ball Etiquette Class. As I was informed at our family readiness meeting yesterday, it’s all about “knowing where to put your napkin, what fork to use when, how to behave, all that ball stuff!”
I’m assuming our FRO has never watched Pretty Woman. Because if MCCS wants to hold a ball-related educational event, I’ll totally go to watch the scene where the hotel manager teaches Julia Roberts to work from the outside in. They could even get smart and serve popcorn and champagne.
I’m also assuming he’s never paid much attention at a ball. Because I’ve never been to one where they’ve given me any more silverware than I get at Applebee’s, where I’m also expected to navigate my way through two whole forks and a butter knife. And they don’t even offer a class to show me how. Plus, I’m pretty sure the likelihood we’ll ever need to use that tricky snail utensil at a military ball is slim to none.
If we are going to hold a ball-themed class, though, let’s make it actually worthwhile. We could have three main themes:
1. Lingerie still isn’t clothing.
2. This is a work event.
3. Lingerie really, really, really isn’t clothing. Really.
At my first ball, I admit I was a bit awed. It wasn’t the Marines all fancy-schmancy in their dress blues, or the fairly awe-inspiring traditions that get me teary every time.
It was this: as someone who insists on watching the Miss America pageant yearly, I still had never seen so much skin popping out of a dress as I did at that ball. I didn’t even know where you could buy a dress like that. Obviously, I had yet to study the women’s section of the PX during ball season.
Now, the last time I suggested that lingerie isn’t clothing, I was met with much ado about being a stodgy walking advertisement for Amish clothiers and wife of what must clearly be a wandering-eyed Marine. I’d like to set the record straight: I, too, take great joy in finding something
super hot and drool-worthy gorgeous to wear to the balls, and my husband’s eyes are just for me unless we’re looking at a picture of Scarlett Johansson, because even I can’t help ogling then. I love a hot red dress, sexy LBD, and dangerously high heels, but I also know when to leave those in the closet. And if MCCS’s recent advertisements for their annual ExtravaGOWNza* is any clue, they’re the ones who actually need a class on what not to wear to a military ball.
So, with no further ado, let’s start the fight again:
1. Lingerie is still not clothing.
Just say no.
2. Equally unfitting is the dress that says “I’m showing more skin than I’m covering.” Because y’all, it’s not actually more sexy. Nor is it flirtingly cute. Also, it looks particularly chilly in all those super-air-conditioned venues that accommodate our decked-out spouses in their blues. And the ones who are actually looking are the other dates. Us. And what we’re doing might be more adequately described as staring.
Love that love-handle breeze. This dress even does double-duty. It’s that “I really want to be upgraded to wife” white look *and* the “have you seen my hipbones?” dress. The answer? Yes, we have. We did at the beach all summer. It’s not the summer anymore.
3. Equally confusing are the dresses that look like you finally bought the dress your mother wouldn’t allow you to wear to the prom and your father said “over my dead body.” You know the one.
Sufficed to say, your parents were right.
4. Then there are the dresses that just make us – the other women there – confused. I should elaborate that these dresses confuse men, too, and they frequently lean over and ask us what you’re wearing. We shrug our shoulders because we honestly have no idea.
Is this a dress? Or is this a spider web? Do we even know?
5. Then there’s this one. We’ve all seen it.
We’ve seen it in every color, every combination, and every possible smattering of rhinestone adornments. It’s just never a good idea.
6. Nor is the dress that makes guys joke that the machine broke while making your dress and this happened.
Resembling pea-fowl is the kind of thing you should reserve for Halloween. Honestly.
7. And – last but not least – is the dress that makes you wince because every time she moves, you see her thong.
It’s true: the rule that applies to jeans *also* applies to your ball gown. We just didn’t know it needed to be said.
In other words: Lingerie? It still isn’t clothing.
Next week we’ll bring you ideas on what you SHOULD wear to a military ball. For now, feel free to share your other “don’t” tips.
* It’s amazing how many words they can make by sacrificing the word “extravaganza.” ExtravaGOWNza in September. EGGstravaganza in March. I’m waiting for the next one. Maybe we ought to have a class where we teach them that there are, in fact, other words in the English language besides “extravaganza.” Just a thought?