Apr. 13th, 2007
Four words for you: cold sangria, hot bath.
So I watched "The Devil Wears Prada" tonight. I liked it in the same way that I liked the book -- it fascinates me, but is horrifying and depressing at the same time. I read a book last month, Fame Junkies, that talked about why the personal assistants to celebrities do what they do, often giving up their life to be at the beck and call of their employer, doing the most menial, stupid, and often nigh impossible tasks while considering themselves fortunate because, oh my gosh, I get to be close to X famous person(s).
I have a real problem with people who think that by virtue of their fame, wealth, or influence they are above the rules and allowed to treat people like dirt. And I have a problem with the people who let them get away with it.
So I watched "The Devil Wears Prada" tonight. I liked it in the same way that I liked the book -- it fascinates me, but is horrifying and depressing at the same time. I read a book last month, Fame Junkies, that talked about why the personal assistants to celebrities do what they do, often giving up their life to be at the beck and call of their employer, doing the most menial, stupid, and often nigh impossible tasks while considering themselves fortunate because, oh my gosh, I get to be close to X famous person(s).
I have a real problem with people who think that by virtue of their fame, wealth, or influence they are above the rules and allowed to treat people like dirt. And I have a problem with the people who let them get away with it.