This evening, it was cousins night. We sat around, chatted, ate pizza and watched "The Devil Wears Prada." I'd never seen the movie before, but I heard it was great and I was really looking forward to it.

Needless to say, I was a little disappointed.

Sure, Meryl Streep (as Miranda Priestly) was excellent, but the movie just wasn't all that, in my opinion. I haven't read the book, though I'm afraid my opinion of the film would have been even less had I done that.

Anyway, the one part of the movie that I could relate to was the Andy Sachs character. She takes a job at a fashion magazine, just to get her foot in the door. Eventually, it consumes her, and she becomes the type of person she detests. Now, that's not happened to me, but I can see exactly how it could happen. I mean, what girl wouldn't want a free designer wardrobe (with accessories) or a trip to Paris for Fashion Week? Even I wouldn't be able to say no to that.

Anyway, the viewer thinks Andy has become all wrapped up in her new world, but when Miranda points this out to her, she decides that's not who she wants to be. When Andy chucks her cell phone into the fountain, I was cheering (on the inside) for her.

She eventually takes a job at a newspaper, presumably doing what she was trained to do (writing, not assisting). It reminds me of myself: I took a part-time, low-level editorial-assistant job just to get my foot in the door. Now, it's nearly seven years later, and I'm loving my life as a copy editor.

Sometimes, things have a way of working themselves out.