Marni’s World: Don’t you wish that every time you got sad, someone would play you your favorite song and just let you just dance it out? You could flail wildly and not only would people not judge you, but they would cheer you on? And when the song was over you could either: a) Start to cry or b) Listen to the song again And you would still be adorable and loved by all? And maybe later, someone would feed you some goldfish crackers.
Real World: Crying babies get to do that. Crying drunk girls do not.