Python's hot right now!
Oh my god, permission to be a total girl for the duration of this post, squealing unflatteringly and flapping my arms like a demented penguin, all the while flicking my hair and reapplying bubblegum flavoured gloss?
Please?
M'k. So - The Devil Wears Prada - three letters.
O, M & G!!!!!!!!
(Part of the girliness deal is lots of exclamation marks, and believe me, if there was a font that accomodated heart shaped dots above the 'i' and 'j', you'd be getting them too...)
AMAZING! Wonderful! Glorious! Completely vicious!
I loved it. I loved the outfits, I loved Meryl, I love the scenery, I love the bags but most of all, I loved Anne Hathaway as much as I expected to.
She is so beautiful!
On a serious note though it has to be said that the story has a moral and the snapshot it gives us of the fashion world is shocking. And very very wrong.
In an industry that not only allows this to happen, but openly encourages it, it must be nigh on impossible to keep your head about you. I can only imagine what the Fash Pack would do to a person like me, who really is fat and not in any way fashionable. Not to mention gets blemishes!
The thing is, at one point in the movie, one of the characters does a brilliant speech about what they do being art (you'll see it for yourself if you haven't seen the movie yet) and it should be true.
Take a magazine like Vogue, it's put together by the very best photographers, writers, designers - it is art. It is beautiful. It should give women something to aspire to, to dream of. It takes you to the best places in the world and shows you things you may never see in your lifetime.
So why does it make people feel so bad about themselves? Why should we look at pictures of Kate Moss and think badly of ourselves? What these magazines should be doing is actually encouraging the diversity of women , embracing the differences. There is a cornucopia of beauty out there, some of it glaringly obvious, some of it hidden, but it's out there, in every woman.
(Even me!)
Ag, we all know this already anyway, and one post about what magazines should be doing will never change the world, but it makes you think.
Anyway, after all this I am determined to starve myself to look like Anne Hathaway - and get in to a size 10 pair of jeans.
Kidding.
God, who am I kidding? I like crisps too much...
5 comments:
BRILLIANT post, Wondy...I think you should start your very own magazine...to hell with Vogue!!!
I cannot wait till that movie comes out on DVD so I can FINALLY see it. Meryl looks like she'd be a divine bitch! :)
Hell yeah, I'll do it, if you promise to work with me, PQ!
I'm in on the mag too! Also, I think you're beautiful just as is, SO THERE!
If only being a size 10 could make me look like Anne Hathaway!
I'm with you on the mag, and the crisps too! x
You could always do like a mate of mine and get into as many pairs of size ten jeans as you can. His wife wasn't impressed, but he had fun until the divorce.
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