Yeah, sticking your head in a paper bag is no antidote to crying.
I mean, the shame of it all would probably make you cry even more.
At least for me.
You want grief like a poet, not like a fool.
I find that coffee helps.
It was once suggested to me that, as an antidote to crying, I put my head in a paper bag. As it happens, there is a sound physiological reason, something to do with oxygen, for doing exactly that, but the psychological effect alone is incalculable: it is difficult in the extreme to continue fancying oneself Cathy in Wuthering Heights with one’s head in a Food Fair bag.
-Joan Didion, Slouching Towards Bethlehem