The complex web of cliques and vast hierarchy of popularity come together on full display in high schools across the country just a few times per year - at the dance. There, every school's underlying caste system is paraded in all its glory to the tune of Journey, Styx, or whatever teen-anthem-makers are on the radio. Depending on where you happen to fit into this complicated system, this can be the greatest or worst moment of your life. I've lived on both sides of that equation, actually.
At least during the early seventies, guys had something to hold onto. A wonderful constant that made it all better - the miniskirt. I mean let's face it, your date may have never returned from the punch bowl and you may dance like a retarded stork, but there's a gym full of miniskirts as far as the eye can see, so it can't be all bad.
So, once again, here is another collection of photographs for your viewing pleasure. Even those of you who are not fans of the mini, may appreciate the memories.... whether they be good or bad.