‘Cause It’s Friday: Go Commando
Yesterday my skirt flew up around my head at Lincoln Center. I was walking up the steps to catch the BCBG show, imagining myself dominating the “I’m so busy and important” walk that so many people bust out come Fashion Week, and before I knew it a gust of wind swooped up under my skirt, lifting its hemline up around my shoulders (this was a flowy midi skirt, FYI). Normally this would be only slightly embarrassing because it would be on a random street in NYC and I’d probably be wearing my usual Hanky Panky underwear or something along those lacy lines. But this was at Lincoln Center. At the start of Fashion Week. With hoards of photographers with their eyes on super watch. And what’s more is that I stupidly forgot to pick up my laundry and was forced to wear a pair of underwear older than a child born in the year 2000, complete with holes and yes, a period stain. This also normally wouldn’t have been that bad because I wouldn’t have my hands full carrying a clutch and Daily, therefore making it possible for me to do the coquettish “oops!” Marilyn Monroe pose. But of course my hands were full, and my skirt was up, and my not-so-graceful pull-my-skirt-back-down maneuver looked more like a baby penguin attempting to fly than it did Marilyn Monroe pulling an oops-look-its-my-underwear-but-I’m-so-sexy pose.
I wish I could say that no one saw this, but when I finally got my hemline back around my calves, I looked up only to see multiple photographers and show goers laughing at my mishap. Such embarrassing moments usually make me want to run and hide in a dumpster, but this experience left me with a new motto: when life gives you no underwear, go commando and wear pants. And since today is a crisp and glorious Fall Friday, I can’t think of a better time to testdrive this motto with a pair of skinny jeans and a bare bottom.