From the BBC website:
Proms to mark the end of primary school are the latest pre-teen craze. And they're growing, not just in numbers, but in glitz. Pre-teen Proms tells the story of the children at two schools in the three months running up to this latest, inescapable, rite of passage. At Riverside Primary in Livingston, the teachers love the fun and glamour of the prom, while at well-heeled Mearns Primary just outside Glasgow, they're fighting to keep the 40-year-old Scottish tradition of their leavers dance alive.
But as the kids demands mount - pamper parties, horse drawn carriages, limos, maseratis, red carpets and non-alcoholic cocktails, not to mention prizes for prom king, prom queen and couple most likely to get married - the parents have little choice but to stump up the cash. So once the kids have had their say, how different will the dances really be? Who wins - the adults or the 11-year-old kids?
I have to say right now, from the start of this post that this was one of the most depressing sights I have ever seen (perhaps due to the fact that I do not watch Eastenders?). Eleven and twelve year olds trawling through Debenhams and New Look with their mothers looking for outfits. Little girls having their eyebrows waxed, dyed and tooth jewels applied (by one of the mothers!) so that they can look the part. The kids were whipped into a frenzy with prom fever egged on by their parents who seemed to delight in the nonsense and the attention. Worse than this were the teachers who appeared to be under the distinct impression that this was High School Musical or some other Americanised nonsense! Living the dream was a phrase that was used at one point. *FFS!
I thought I'd do a bit of a Google search to find out what the reactions to the show were and found that the whole thing caused very little uproar at all. True to our Scottish natures, the only grumbling I could find was about the cost of the palaver. The cost of it didn't worry me, it was the desire for the adults surrounding these kids to catapult them into a sort of kidulthood. Some appeared to think that it was cute, funny, endearing. Many of them were oozing with parental pride at their wee men and women dressed up to the nines, covered in make up or hair gel. The actual event was a bit of a let down and the kids looked awkward. You could just sense that the boys were desperate to slide from one end of the hall to the other on their knees but for fear of their mothers and for fear of the expense that they were constantly told had been laid down for their benefit they managed to restrain themselves.
Whatever happened to children being allowed to be children? I'm sick of adults pushing these stupid and misplaced aspirations on their kids.
I thought it couldn't get any worse but then I found this: (from the BBC website)