However, the debutante process isn’t all ball gowns and silk gloves.
When I was thirteen I participated in cotillion, a less expensive and more simplistic version of debutante.
Everything said was a joke and every time we were all together it was like a party.
There really wasn’t a dull moment and I admire that so much about each of them because being around people of your culture in that seeing you get so close and it’s just a good time.
But instead the instructors were mean and strict, the etiquette lessons were ridiculous and I had to dance with a bunch of sweaty palmed prepubescent boys who didn’t know their right from their left.
Though my friends and I had a blast dressing up and messing up the dances we all agreed cotillion was pretty overrated.
Your shoes had to be max 2-inches high, gloves up your arm and the hair had to be a certain way along with a certain amount of makeup.
It could not be off white or a variation, there had to be sleeves or something on your shoulders- it could not be strapless-and it had to be floor-length.
Many southern belles dream of coming out into society with debutante.
Debutante is the long time southern tradition and somewhat rite of passage in which girls become women.
I expected to nail the dances, learn how to be a lady and dance with cute boys.
Basically I expected it to be like the end scene of She’s the Man.