Glamour? Money? Hope? They’re so last season. With fashion magazines on their knees, where does that leave The Devil Wears Prada 2 – and its famously relatable heroine?
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unway magazine is collapsing. Miranda is eating in the cafeteria and flying economy. Andy is the new features editor. Emily is dating a billionaire. Somebody dies. Amelia Dimoldenberg makes a cameo. But the one unexpected detail in The Devil Wears Prada 2 that I can’t stop thinking about is this: Andy worries that she’ll never be in a position to unfreeze her eggs.
“Left New York for 15 years, not married – never found the right person, and my kids are at a doctor’s office on 85th,” she breezily reports to Emily when they reunite after 20 years. “They’re eggs,” she clarifies, adding that she is excited to have children. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder: was the woman who once had the job “a million girls would kill for” always this relatable?
Along with 99% of the other thirty- and forty-something journalists at the sequel’s London premiere last week, I was once a wide-eyed teenager watching the first film and dreaming of Andy’s life. “Everybody wants to be us,” Miranda smirked, and she was right. The impossible boss. The coffee runs. The Chanel makeover. The free trips to Paris. The work pal with the charisma of Stanley Tucci. Hell, even the selfish boyfriend who at least makes great grilled cheese. We wanted all the highs and lows, if it meant becoming a success. After all, we are a generation obsessed with status, the hustle and grinding hard until burnout hits. If an outlier like Andy could break into such an exclusive industry – with those bushy eyebrows and onion bagels – through hard work and talent, maybe our own career dreams could come true.
