I’m not one of those people who is overly critical of movies. I consider films great if I laugh or cry and absolutely phenomenal if I get to do both. Beneath the gilded tapestry of lines in the Devil Wears Prada are some wholly un-materialistic value messages.
There’s a scene where Andi and Miranda are in a town car in Paris. Andi says “I could never do what you did” and Miranda retorts “You already did.” If you’ve seen this scene you know exactly how cutting this exchange is. If not, it is like your mother holding a mirror up to your face the morning after an all-nighter. You feel shame and disgust and guilt even if you didn’t do anything.
The thing is, I am so fascinated by the way women treat each other in life and in business. One of my favorite sayings is that ‘only ugly girls are catty’. If one looks ok on the outside and is still obsessed with cutting and undermining, well… that ugliness lives somewhere.
I remember in my teens and early twenties, I proudly pitched myself as a guys’ girl. I simply didn’t have anything in common with other women. They were idiots or bimbos or superficial or prissy or backstabbing or bobbleheads. And then I realized I was simply hanging out with the wrong women.
I credit my friend Martina with helping me embrace my universal sisterhood. As a transplanted woman, she focused exclusively on cultivating friendships with strong, smart, fun women. Since we’re still friends, I’m going to assert that she was wildly successful in her venture.
It took me a long time to figure out how to navigate the treacherous and often treasonous world of female friendships. Admittedly, I sometimes still get it wrong. But for all of the mistakes I’ve made (too often drunk at weddings when I felt my most awful and insecure), I have done some things right.
I believe in giving women compliments. I give them all the time. I give them to people I know and to total strangers. I don’t care if anyone knows or hears except for the recipient. Women don’t know enough good things about themselves. Women NEVER hear enough good things about themselves. There is nothing like a spontaneous compliment to plug the leak in the self-esteem drain.
I also believe in honesty. False support/friendship is a weakness and should be banished from our gender’s repertoire.
I promote the idea that two wrongs do not make a right. And a shallow, caustic comment should not inspire an equally biting retort.
This goes for work environments as well.
That doesn’t mean that I liked or respected all of them. And that doesn’t mean that my first impression was right all the time. But here’s the thing…
It is a mistake to stab people in the back, or the front.
No matter what.
In the movie, Andi goes to Paris instead of Emily. She says she had no choice – it was to preserve her future. Miranda scoffs at Andi’s repugnance with the comment “Everyone wants this. Everyone wants to be us.”
(SIDE NOTE: Robyn Williams delivers a great speech to Phillip Seymour Hoffman in “Patch Adams” about being a dick. He says, in effect, that it is a mistake of youth to think that one has to be a dick to get ahead in life and naivete to think that that is a new concept. This is a brilliant statement to me. Simply brilliant. Because for all of our striving and struggling and scratching and clawing… what, in effect, will our legacy be?)
For me, I am laying down once and for all any feelings of betrayal or indignation or rage. People make choices that we cannot understand or explain or accept. But that is really, in the end, only their problem. It becomes ours when we hold onto it.
As for me, I plan to love and be loved. I plan to teach and to learn. I plan to hope and to laugh.
And to wear fabulous shoes.
Here’s to good women-
May we know them,
may we be them,
may we raise them.