In Pennsylvania, the Upper Adams School District distributed a four-page letter to graduating high school seniors, on “Proper Attire & Etiquette for Awards Program and Graduation.” It included useful advice (take diploma in left hand, so you can shake with right), information about seating (limited), pleas not to block others’ views, etc.
It also included some casual nastiness. “This isn’t about you.” (To audience members.) Jokes about not acting like rednecks. Don’t shake with a limp hand like a dead fish.
Boys were instructed not to wear low-hanging pants. For the girls, there was meaner, uglier advice on “modest attire.”
First there was odd commentary on skirts, warning that if a person is on stage, the audience will be looking up at them. “Therefore, if your skirt is too short, it means that everyone in the auditorium will know exactly what kind of underwear you have on. The same guideline applies to you…some choices should remain private. If you don’t have a longer skirt, wear slacks.”
What does that second sentence mean? Is this about the possibility that students will wear short skirts and no underwear? Really?
Then there’s this vicious paragraph of body-shaming:
“No bellies showing, keep ‘the girls’ covered and supported, and make sure that nothing is so small that all your bits and pieces are hanging out. Please remember that as you select an outfit for the awards assembly that we don’t want to be looking at ‘sausage rolls’ as Mrs. Elliott calls them. As you get dressed remember that you can’t put 10 pounds of mud in a five-pound sack.”
Mud? Mud? MUD?
Whoever wrote this, male or female, has a lot of unconcealed hostility toward female bodies. And too much interest in talking about them. The passage about “the girls,” with its suggestion that merely covering breasts is not enough – because we need to know that you are also wearing a bra for support – is creepy.
Parents objected to the letter, and the school district issued a statement:
The Administration of the Upper Adams School District is aware that a document titled “Proper Attire & Etiquette for Awards Program and Graduation” was distributed to the senior class on May 26. The Administration acknowledges that some individuals have found certain language in the document to be inappropriate or in poor taste. The document was drafted years ago, and the author of the original document has since retired. The document does not reflect the high standards of the Upper Adams School District, and the Administration will take appropriate action to address the issue. While we regret that the document contained some unfortunate word choices, we do respect all students and hope this does not distract from the dignity of the graduation ceremony and the accomplishments of our graduating class.
Stinky apology. Doesn’t take responsibility, minimizes the offense. It basically says:
Yeah, that happened. Not our fault. We didn’t write it, we just kept sending it out year after year, without checking for grammar or bile. It’s just word choices! We’ll stop. Though we’re not to blame, we regret it. Don’t do anything to ruin graduation.
It reminds me of the sad fact that people who dislike kids and/or think lewdly about kids are surprisingly well-represented in school administrations. How do they end up there? Why aren’t they squelched? I’ve never understood.
Ick, ick, consign the school district to the most remote circle of hell. Full stop.
That said, if they are truly so squicked out and/or rendered inappropriately horny by the prospect of seeing the student body up close and personal, all of which is entirely their own problem, why the f did nobody think to have the graduates wear traditional gowns?
Eew. Someone was trying to amusingly channel What Not To Wear; common usage of the phrase “the girls” to refer to female mammary glands can be laid directly at the door of Stacy London. That same vicious, amusingly cutting tone can also be attributed to that entire genially hostile genre of reality TV makeovers; you’re so hideous it’s okay to just talk about how bad you are and titter a bit.
Adolescents don’t have enough grief without ADULTS calling them a ten pound sack of mud. Administrative fail.