Friday Night Love
There's a big football game this weekend, obviously, but the only football that matters to me these days (or, quite honestly, ever) is the football played by the Dillon Panthers on the deeply, obsessively exceptional NBC show Friday Night Lights. I'm not proud of the fact that I'm a late adopter—I just started watching the first-season DVDs last week—but now that I've seen it, I never want this television program to end. It's well-acted, well-written, and beautifully shot. It reminds me of everything great and horrid and raw and pure about high school: the scary delight of kissing a boy for the first time, the incessant trenches-of-hell gossip, the hopefulness, the arrogance, the beer. If you haven't, start watching this show. It will make you cry. It will make you wish to be 16 again so Matt Saracen could ask you out and Tami Taylor could be your guidance counselor and one night you could make a big mistake and fool around with the greasy-dangerous Tim Riggins in a pickup. In the meantime, I'm going to stock up on these soft, flower-strewn long-sleeved tees from Free People, which look exactly like something my favorite FNL character Julie Taylor would wear on a date with the quarterback.
I can't remember what goes underneath of shirts like this? Are we at the point of those bodysuits that snap at the crotch? Seriously...what goes underneath?