The birthday girl for March 28 is Lauren Weisberger.
I’m not a fan of “The Devil Wears Prada.” To me, both the novel and the film it inspired had the delicacy of a marching band’s rendition of “My Heart Will Go On.” It’s no surprise, then, for me to discover that the author of the book is an Aries.
Aries natives are not known for their delicacy. Weisberger’s thinly-veiled attempt at satire came off as an arrogant slap in the face to Anna Wintour, “Vogue“ and Condé Nast. As someone who was also a contract employee of the company, I have nothing against Wintour and the magazines that she spearheads. I was let go from “Teen Vogue” for fighting with my online editor. Like a mature Capricorn, I admitted then that I wasn’t the right person for the job and I moved on.
Now I could have turned my experience into a poison-pen memoir, but I would rather turn it into a movie about the world of fashion that doesn’t have the moral complexity of an “Afterschool Special.” Fashion movies have been remarkably horrible for decades. I don’t even know if I’ve seen a good one since “Funny Face.”
I’d like to see a movie like “Network” tear the fashion business a new one; I suppose that’s the Capricorn in me. My motivation for satirizing the industry would be the fact that it’s an ideal target for satire. Unlike an Aries, I wouldn’t seek retribution for the experience I had within the business. I don’t need revenge. Like a Capricorn, I need to be respected for my work, whatever that work might be.