Here's the last box of your clothes. I'm just going to label it "What were you thinking?!"

Last weekend, Houston teenager Marche Taylor was denied entrance to her prom after a chaperone determined that her dress was inappropriate.

You decide:











There's now an intense debate about whether the school made the right decision. The sides? Marche Taylor vs. ....um, everyone else who hears about this story.

Marche's got plenty of reasons she should have been allowed into the prom:

1. It's her prom.
2. She spent money and went to all the trouble of getting a custom-designed dress for the occasion.
3. She "actually likes" the dress, and "everybody else actually likes [the] dress" too.
4. Despite the chaperone's protests, she was, in fact, wearing "underwears" underneath.
5. I mean, come on. It's her prom, so someone better give her a damn good reason she shouldn't be allowed in.
6. Her friends can wrap the gold train around her stomach and pin it so her belly button isn't showing, but that's still not "appropriate." What do these people want?
7. It's her prom. She wants to be there so bad, that given the choice between going home and changing, or going to jail for (somewhat violently) defending her basic right to hootchiness, she'll choose...jail.

The school maintains that she was in violation of pretty much every rule in their detailed prom dress code, which all prom-goers were required to sign. The general public seems to be leaning heavily towards the viewpoint, "Where the f*** were her parents when she bought that thing??"

Me? I think everyone is focusing on the wrong questions. I really, really want to ask Ms. Marche Taylor why on earth she wanted to spend money to attend the prom when she could have been out earning money as a lady of the night. That dress ain't gonna pay for itself.