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I just had a total meltdown in Victoria's Secret trying to get underpinnings for the Trashy Diva dress I want to wear tonight. NO ONE MAKES PROPER UNDERGARMENTS ANYMORE. And they had me trying on all these convoluted bras that were so unnecessary if folks just made low-back bustiers and slips these days. I couldn't figure out how any of the technology worked, wound up in gender-related tears and just totally couldn't cope. Finally bought something adequate, but still think there will be problems of excessive revelation if anyone takes any flash photography of me. But it was really horrible -- Macy's, Victoria's Secret and being told to go to bridal stores that won't, you know, see me if I'm not there to buy a wedding gown. Also, the woman in the store thought I was getting ready for my prom.

I'm still reeling.