I was trying to remember my high school prom the other morning: How I did my hair. What my makeup looked like. If I had dropped anywhere near $1,000. One-thousand dollars?!? On shoes. On a limo. On my nails. On a dinner in a fancy restaurant where other diners stared at me and wondered, “Is that socially-awkward dufus the future of America?” No, $1,000 was never in my prom budget. Probably closer to $32.50, thanks to a coupon.