Years ago, when I was doing Stage Crew at my first school, every year we had an auditorium rental that made me a lot of money, but somewhat disgusted me. I can’t remember the name of it, but it was for some big dance school that had their annual recital/awards program at our school. We spent from right after school until about 10 PM on Friday setting up, and all day Saturday (like from 6 AM to 11 PM) doing the show and cleaning up. I got paid something like $20 an hour, and other than helping set up and clean up, all I had to do was run out for lunch one time, and check in on my (paid) stage crew kid every hour or so.
The problem with it was that it involved (mostly) girls, starting around 4 years old, all dressed up like Barbie Dolls, makeup, bright red lipstick, doing dances that the teenagers pulled off well, but were kind of creepy when done by 5 year olds. I called it the JonBenét Ramsey Weekend. There were about 500 kids involved, which also meant 500 stage moms. You know all the rumors about stage moms? Well, there is a reason for those rumors; they’re all true. Not for all the moms, but a big chunk of them. Fortunately I spent most of my time in my classroom, the control booth or the Principal’s office, so I could keep contact to a minimum. But despite having a trash can every 10 feet or so, we always ended up with an orchestra pit full of trash we swept down to the front of the auditorium. And not a single year went by that I didn’t find at least one dirty diaper stuffed under one of the seats.
Anyway, there must have been something like that going on at one of the schools nearby, because I saw at least a dozen or so JonBenét-wannabe’s coming into the Chevron tonight. I looked at my co-worker, who has a 3 month old daughter, and asked him if he would ever dress up his daughter like that. I won’t quote his response, but rest assured it ended with “NO”.