Olivia Rodrigo said this was meant to be “punk rock feminine,” and that’s fine, although I don’t know how punk I find it to be. I am of course convinced it’s an updated lacy version of another famous Olivia — the legendary Ms. Newton-John — at the end of Grease. I cannot be swayed. Fortunately, many of these other wispy, sheer, skin-forward ensembles also were unmoved, by which I mean, they held steady on the red carpet. Some are fancy, some are delicate, some are sporty, and some are just sincerely a window to the buttockial chasm. Grab your Tylenol and let’s go.