The Devil wears Prada

'Oh don't be ridiculous. Everybody wants this. Everybody wants to be like us'

Yes, she does wear Prada (for the purposes of this entry the Devil is a she) and she carries it off so well.

But this has me wondering. If the Devil wears Prada, what is the Devil's nemesis, our Lord, seen out in. Chanel I should imagine. Though, it would make sense for God to own a pair of Manolos. Clattering about on the streets of heaven. Maybe God has finally discovered Vivienne Westwood or Mark Jacobs. Perhaps I'm stretching my imagination a little too much. Perhaps being totally 'out there' isn't totally 'in there'?

So, The Christian girls C1 and C2 and one of my best friends (Whom I shall call Cordelia) together with a boy from our class, went to watch the film.

It's Sex and the City, it makes you feel ugly, it poses the question we all have on our lips. If it's a choice between the perfect career and the perfect relationship, which do we choose and what's the price we pay.

And this is where the success lies; Fashion succeeds when you come out feeling everything you own is either too yesterday, or simply boring. It makes you wish you had more money and a personal shopper. And all because you like the idea of walking onto Oxford street (or any street) and having people comment on what a fabulous dress sense you have. That, you, yes you, yes, pretty little you, should be a model.

Meryl Streep, I'm convinced, in the princess of poise. I can't imagine another person doing the role so well. She can say things with a smile and make you want to cry. She can belittle with a whisper and diminish you with the flick of the eyes. And still, you come out wishing you were like her character. She represents success and the arrogance that is so often part and parcel of it. But to be so respected. To be so sharp, the centre of a universe.

The rest of the cast was good too. But, it was a little too Sex and the City. Yes, dear readers, there can always be too much of a good thing. And the ending was silly. So silly.

I have yet to read the book. Though it's lingering on my shelf like a bar of fruit n nut.

Surprisingly, there wasn't any sex in it. It's a PG! The Sex and the City bit came entirely from the bitchiness and downpour of designer shoes and dresses. The costume changes were almost bollywood.

I really should head off. I have a book to read for my book club (am disastrously behind).

Ciao