
A few years ago, The Devil Wears Prada hit book store shelves and gave voice to all assistants in the glamour industries. Today, the movie opens to the public, and already it has sparked more debates than I could have imagined. One of the foremost was the claim that the wardrobe for The Devil is hardly reflective of the divine duds donned by the divas who spend their designer clad days at the big books. I can neither concur nor conflict with the idea because I’m not among the list of those who attended advanced screenings. However, I can’t wait until I can compare the chicks in the flick to my fave folks at Elle, Vogue, Harper’s Bazaar and all the other fab mags. The second discussion- the one in which I can actively participate- revolves around whether the main character was the victim of a tyrant or a spoiled brat with a huge sense of entitlement.
There are those who say the generation that entered the workforce over the past few years feels entitled to respect and privileges they did not earn. They’ve dubbed us the “gimme gimme” generation and strongly question the level of our work ethic. I say that attitude is the equivalent of Grandma saying “when I was your age, I had to walk 20 miles in the snow…” Truth is, there are cars now, so we don’t need to risk frost bite the way our elders did. Nor should young members of the workforce be subjected every hardship and indignity suffered by those who came before us. It’s true; there are pop-culture icons who have gained fame simply for being rich and not for having any particular talent… unless you can count swiping a credit card. There are also those who see glamorous jobs portrayed in the media and expect not to have to work. However, there are also those of us who are willing to work for what we want but know our value. What’s wrong with finding more efficient ways to get things done? Why is having a sense of self worth considered a negative thing? These are just a couple of questions I ponder as I count down the hours until I stand in line to see The Devil.
