The Devils Wears Lame

I know I haven't blogged anything in a while. Let's see, I've been on travel for the last few weeks- first in Grand Rapids, and then this week is a dual-trip. Tuesday we had a meeting in Ft. Worth, and today we head to L.A. for a meeting Thursday. This is probably one of those things that sounds cool, but actually isn't. In any case, I haven't had much down time for the blogging.

One sort of typical thing was that the movie on the plane on the way here was The Devil Wears Prada. I was just going to read and sleep, but I thought "Hey, we'll give Amazon a chance here. maybe they do know their stuff." So I watched it.

And you know what? I did not like it. Not one bit. I'm not going to spoil it for you (and I say this ironically, because you can see a commercial for it, take a guess how the movie goes, and I would give you a 92% chance that you're exactly right) but it's your standard "good-person-works-for-horrible-yet-successful-person-and-must-chose-between-happiness-and-success-while-becoming-someone-you-hate story. Only this time, it's set against the world of fashion, with satchel-loads of designer references and cameos, all of which mean nothing to me.

Tangent! I hate fashion. As a rule, I hate any self-sustaining industry. We're led to believe that we must have new clothes all the time. Why do we need new clothes? Because the old ones are out of style. Why are they out of style? Because the fashion industry says so. So who do we buy the new clothes from? The FASHION INDUSTRY. The same people we bought the old clothes from, which they are now telling us are out of style! They've made a multi-billion dollar industry out of keeping people on their toes and never letting them be happy for more than one "season." Am I the only one who sees the vicious cycle? No matter what you buy now, in a few months they're going to tell you it's no good so you'll buy something else. I'm telling you, it is the world's biggest scam. The entire industry, nay, concept of fashion is one of those things that if it suddenly disappeared, in a year no one would remember why we cared about it in the first place. Like MTV. But I digress.

So the entirety of The Devil Wears Prada is spent watching poor Anne Hathaway's life be slowly destroyed by her awful boss, while she keeps putting up with it. It's actually a little heartbreaking to watch. All I could think the whole time was "For the love of God, quit!" Which, incidentally, is what all her friends in the movie keep saying (while she turns her back on them). I don't like watching movies that stress me out. I usually like to see a movie twice before passing judgement on it, but I can't imagine ever watching that again. It's tough to watch, not very funny, and you get the meagerest of payoffs at the end. I know people loved that movie, but I honestly can't see why.

Now again, I hate fashion and I have a Y chromosome, so I realize this movie was not for me. Hence I watched it on a plane. Okay, now I have to pack for flight #2 this week.