Work Won't Love You Back

If the woman in monogrammed Chanel acid-wash jeans standing on the Regal Times Square escalator had stayed to the right to let me walk past, I might not have missed the first ten minutes of The Devil Wears Prada 2. But fate was such that I was thrust into the sequel of the season without set-up. Settling into the theater’s signature ButtKicker seat, flanked by two of my best girlfriends, I re-met Andy Sachs (Anne Hathaway) in the familiar bar where Adrian Grenier’s widely loathed “disgruntled boyfriend” character worked in the original movie. Disappointingly, my formative celebrity crush was nowhere to be found. Equally disappointing is the fact that Anne Hathaway looks like she has aged no more than two years, let alone 20, since the last film. This is hardly realistic representation for people like me, with frown lines deepening by the day, and Ms. Chanel Jeans, who can’t even walk up stairs.