Posers.

Our high school has a red carpet reception for junior prom attendees.  It's become a tradition for the limousines, party buses, and regular old cars to pull up the school's side doors to let out the spray-tanned and shellacked, the tuxedoed and the one or two top-hatted (there's always at least one), so that parents, friends, and fans of fancy dresses and updos can more easily take group photos and admire our town's carefree youth embarking on another rite of passage.  Towards the end of our visit, I noticed the red carpet was deserted and asked the three big sisters to pose.

Honestly.  This just about sums them up.