like horses and divorces and we both like to drink and smoke and cuss and drink. maybe we’re more alike than we think.

i feel like going back to new york city. i want to paint the town. i want to make my attraction to bisexual men everybody’s problem. i want to be successful. i want to be a raging bitch.

these are the thoughts that come after watching devil wears prada 2. it’s a shame that the movie was, for the most part, uninspiring.

subway surfer but those sequences of drone shots of new york city, and everyone walking around, and how they made andi take the 7 train, and how andi taking the 7 train was the most devilish thing that miranda priestly did——that was really irritating. i thought it was called the devil wears prada, not the slightly mean rich old lady with possible memory loss wears.... well...... was she wearing prada? i’m not educated on fashion enough to make any claims there. i do think the fashion was good, though. me in my sweatpants. right. right. but they’re adidas. and i have on adidas sneakers, so it’s kinda chic. it’s like... ironic. i’m doing it in a gen z way.

the movie did express a certain fear of gen z, for our attention spans or something, which is perfectly valid, but i would like to point out to the filmmakers that i’m in gen z and i was very moved as an adult watching the devil wears prada 1. i was moved by what it had to say about whether you should strive for ambition all the way, or if you should stay with that mid guy who is interested somewhat in what you’re doing but also can never understand it but he’s still there for you and he might suck but maybe he also doesn’t and maybe you’re choosing your career at the cost of real simple genuine human connection and maybe that’s going to ruin you in the long term but also right now, it’s also ruining you right now.

i was not seeing enough of the runiousness in the sequel. not enough devilishness. not enough things to make me ponder things about my own life. devil wears prada itself is a genius movie, and it takes you so effortlessly through all these emotional states, and it really takes you on that journey, you enter that flow state with it. i did no such thing in the sequel. i usually like movies and have a low bar for enjoyment, but this time i have to put my foot down and say it was bad. no amount of lady gaga special appearances will make it acceptable. it was not a good sequel.

and now i’m sitting in the parking garage of this mall. the mall was lit. i had a good time. the barnes and noble is shutting down——i’m in connecticut, by the way——and they were selling everything for forty percent off. so i bought moby dick, a nice blue edition of the book which i’m planning to read later on. i’m going to probably drive back to my apartment and then maybe sit in the park and read moby dick. doesn’t that sound agreeable to you? now i’ll catch you on the flip. i got nothing else to say, and i’m working on being done talking when i feel there’s nothing left to say.

but then there’s also that lesson learned about how maybe right when you think you want to be done is when you should actually dig your heels in further, and that’s when you’ll get taken out of your own autopilot and notice alkl the red lights flashing in your periphery and remember that you’re indoors while the sun is out, and what you’re really supposed to be doing in this life, what your cells demand, what your programming demands, what evolution demands, is for you to go out there and be in the sun and read moby dick.