The Devil is a Workaholic...by Paula Neal Mooney
Tonight I watched The Devil Wears Prada and was surprised by just how amazingly good it was. No chick-lit-turned-sappy-romance-movie-fluff there. I never got the chance to read Lauren Weisberger's so-called thinly veiled roman-a-clef of her stint as assistant to Anna Wintour, god-in-chief of Vogue, but I'm glad she wrote it.
I'm sure Lauren is now glad she took all that guff for daring to write about her demanding boss, seeing as though Streep has been nominated for a Golden Globe for her magnificent performance.
Of course, I can't help wonder how much of the book and movie are based on Lauren's real-life run-ins with Anna, a reported career-aholic. I can't wait to see the upcoming documentary about Anna. But The Devil Wears Prada movie really brought into focus what important things in life get left behind (read: family) when we focus too much on any addictions in life...which is why I'm posting this puppy and going to bed soon, so I'll be awake enough to smile at those bright shining faces wanting to play with a mound of toys tomorrow...