How Can I Tell You Not To Cry?

I've been doing lots of crying these days. Good time to start a blog!!
I think maybe there's no shame in writing anonymous posts to people you don't know when you are super sad, like it's cathartic or helpful to speak to a big and empty cyberspace or something.

Anyhow, let's move on to more pressing issues, like say, panty lines.
I was the costume designer on this movie recently and it was about the Manson girls. There was a murder scene and the lead girl was wearing these tight brown cords. At one point the DP pulled me aside and asked me if her panty lines were "of period". Like either she shouldn't be wearing panties at all, or perhaps a g-string? It launched a long diatribe from me about the awesomeness of panty lines, and how said panty lines were going to elevate the film from movie of the week to a real and true cinematic artifact.

Real women have panty lines. The 90's really ruined everything with that whole whale tail craze and those stupid foam cup bra's. And while we're at it, those grody landing strips.

My friend Erinn and I have talked about this at length. Audrey Hepburn fully rocked panty lines (how many more times can i get "panties" in my first ever blog post?)

All the girls in the best 80's movies had panty lines. I swear Monica Vitti had them. I cannot imagine Charlotte Gainsbourg or Jane Birkin in thongs, can you?

It's a certain type of woman, the one who refuses to douse herself in J-Lo perfume or vanilla scented body spray that will wear a full bottom pantie and some super tight jeans.

I guess what I'm saying is that I'm new here, I'm sad, and I really, really like panty lines.