I saw The Devil Wears Prada in the theater, I think, with Amanda. I remember not caring about the plot at all, but I really enjoyed watching the clothes. I caught it tonight while folding laundry, and I found myself disliking the plot instead of not caring. The clothes are still cool, but it’s not a good movie. On the other hand, Anne Hathaway did get to kiss Simon Baker. I like him. He is kinda slimy here, though. And, what, we’re supposed to applaud her for getting down to a size 4? She was only a size 6! I don’t want to live in a world where a size 6 is considered fat. I do want to go to Paris.
I have nothing else to say tonight. I believe I had plans beyond laundry, but somehow nothing else happened. That’s….sort of okay with me.