A few weeks of dealing with the insensitive, sadistic and imperious Miranda leave our heroine on the verge of abdicating, but before long she’s joining her colleagues in “the classic Runway Paranoid Turnaround. from a pile of 'stuff'.A junior assistantship to the editor of the world’s top fashion magazine (“The job a million girls would die for”) provides endless fodder for a one-note but on-the-money kiss-and-tell debut.Īndy, or, as her boss from hell calls her: “Ahn-dre-ah,” harbors dreams of writing for The New Yorker, but her luck runs out-or runs high, depending on your priorities-when her first job interview lands her at Runway magazine, beholden to Miranda Priestly, “solely responsible for anticipating her needs and accommodating them.” Intelligent, sarcastic and without a smidgen of interest in fashion, Andrea quickly learns the Runway culture, from the necessity of being tall, emaciated, slavish, and half-naked in winter to the perks of town cars, shopping bags filled with designer duds, and the promise of any job after one year of servitude. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact, you're wearing the sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room.

However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores, and then trickled on down into some tragic Casual Corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. Miranda Priestly: And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers.

Miranda Priestly: I think we need a jacket here.

And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent, wasn't it, who showed cerulean military jackets? And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue, it's not turquoise, it's not lapis, it's actually cerulean. You go to your closet and you select, I don't know, that lumpy blue sweater, for instance, because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back.

You think this has nothing to do with you. You know, I'm still learning about this stuff and, uh. both those belts look exactly the same to me.

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