“I don’t care what kind of movies she makes, you’re not bringing her to the prom, young man!!”

Mike Stone had an idea.  The St. Paul, Minnesota teen wanted to go to his high school prom, but he couldn’t find a date with any of his classmates.  And he certainly didn’t want to go to the prom “stag.”

So according to the Huffington Post, he fired up his Twitter account and sent out some tweets. If he was going to get a date for his high school prom, he wanted a date that would catch everybody’s attention.

He decided to contact the Twitter account of every adult film actress he could find.   That was “adult film actress,” not “adult actress who has appeared in films.”  As in, he was more interested in Dru Berrymore than Drew Barrymore.

However, the responses – er, rejections – came back.  No.  Totally inappropriate.  No.

But after 600 tweets, he got a positive response back from an adult film actress named Megan Piper.

Piper, during her senior year of high school, moved from her native Georgia to Kansas, and was not able to participate in her high school prom – even though she had purchased the dress and the shoes and all the accoutrements.  She later moved to California and made a name for herself in films whose titles I cannot repeat in this blog, or my TU blog censor graphic might melt.

And as long as Stone could raise $400 for her transportation from California to Minnesota, she would love to be his prom date.

Yep.  High school teen was going to bring a porn star to the prom.

I say “was going to,” however.

Because once news of Stone’s date plans became public, he had a meeting with the principal of his high school.  The principal put the kibosh on the whole “porn star prom date” plans, and that Stone would not be allowed to bring Piper or any other adult film star to the prom.  The principal noted that the school district does have the right to deny any person admission to a school-sponsored event, such as a prom or a pep rally, if it substantially disrupts the orderly operation of school or school activities.

Meanwhile, this story has taken on a life of its own.  An adult website has offered to fly Piper to Minnesota and pay for a limousine and all the trimmings.  Other organizations are talking about an alternative prom for Stone and Piper and invited guests.

You want my honest opinion?

Here it is.

Mike Stone is an idiot.

I mean, come on.  This isn’t the equivalent of going on Twitter and sending a message to Selena Gomez, asking if she would go to your prom as your date and hoping she’ll say yes.  This was an attention-grab, pure and simple.  This was an attempt to embarrass his classmates and the school district.  This was showboating – and a poor attempt at showboating, at that.

Look, I’m all for unusual prom dates and requests for someone to participate in this special event – but remember, the prom is a special event in the same way that a yearbook is a special event.  It’s part of your school history and part of your school memories.

It’s not for glorified grandstanding and “Hey, look, I got a porn star to come to the prom with me, damn I’m so cool!” moments.  I also realize that there is still an amount of “porn chic” going on in our society, where adult film stars like Traci Lords and Jenna Jameson and Sasha Grey can find mainstream work in television and movies.  Good for them.  We know, wink wink, what these girls do on film.  And I somehow suspect that these films won’t be part of the next film festival at the high school audio-visual club.  What if Mike Stone had sent out requests for, oh I don’t know, the evening shift local pole-polisher at the local strip club?  Would that have been an acceptable date for the prom?  No.  Of course not.

Besides, whether Megan Piper was a porn star or a pawn star or a prawn star or a prone star isn’t material here.  Most proms require that the “dates” either be students at that school or within that school district.  So unless Megan Piper wanted to update her core curriculum with classes of anatomy and biology and chemistry and physics, then I guess her chances at appearing on Prom Night will have to wait until someone in the San Fernando Valley puts together a parody of this little event, maybe called “What Happened After Prom Nite” and released on direct-to-video DVD.

Other than that, this is a ridiculous story, and in retrospect, I’m sorry I wasted 800 words blogging about it.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta check the mailbox and see if Marilyn Chambers finally sent that letter back about my asking her to my high school prom.   Hee.