Inexplicably, I’ve never publicly had thoughts about the The Devil Wears Prada—but that hideous oversight ends today. In anticipation of The Devil Wears Prada 2 hitting theaters in just one short week, I’m throwing it back to the original 2006 film, and honestly, watching this film slightly hungover on a Friday moning with an onion bagel in hand (IYKYK) may just be the optimal way to view it.
Below, find quite literally every thought I had while rewatching The Devil Wears Prada:
- KT Tunstall’s “Suddenly I See”!
- Let’s absolutely go.
- This getting-ready sequence really does remind me of when I worked in the New York Vogue office and would stumble out of bed, throw on whatever, eat some random bullshit for breakfast, and wage war with the C train to get to work on time.
- God, these montage shoes are so fab (I mean, except for Andy’s).
- Andy does have the superior montage boyfriend, though.
- A brown briefcase with black shoes…oh, diva.
- Hey, it’s Emily! Miranda’s first assistant!
- I mean, the concept of interviewing at a publication and not knowing who their editor-in-chief is gives me hives.
- Google existed in 2006!
- Emily said “A million girls would kill for this job”! Everybody drink.
- Nigel sighted 🙂
- And he’s yelling “Gird your loins”!
- These clogs that some Runway assistant is changing out of in favor of heels are very Emma-coded.
- Then again, I have been known to wear Crocs to the Vogue office (heeled ones from the Simone Rocha collab! I’m not a monster!).
- Miranda planning to stay at a party for exactly 15 minutes is a vibe.
- Not too much on the “deeply unattractive” female paratroopers, now.
- Not this Gwyneth baby weight drive-by!
- God, the softness of Meryl Streep’s voice as she delivers lethal barbs is really compelling.
- Never forget that Streep modeled this character after Mike Nichols and Clint Eastwood!
- A little tip from me to any aspiring journalists who may be reading this: never say “Basically, it’s this or Auto Universe” in an interview.
- It seems to work out for Andy, though, because she’s got the job.
- I want to read Andy’s piece on the janitors’ union!
- Very “Kate Hudson wanting to write about Tajikistan in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days”-core.
- Of course Andy’s gay bestie knows who Miranda Priestly is.
- “A million girls would kill for that job”-counter up to two already.
- “Has she died or something?” LOL.
- Is it crazy that I think working at TV Guide sounds fine?
- At least compared to Andy’s job!
- Man, a mean British voice on the other end of the phone really disincentivizes one to call repeatedly.
- I think about Emily coldly saying “Deal with it” to a panicked Andy so often.
- God, this Miranda smile is terrifying.
- I’m remembering something my mom told me before I started one of my first jobs: “Never ask your boss for an explanation. Go to your desk, call your friends, look things up online, and figure it out.”
- She was right!
- Is Starbucks paying for their name-checks by the word?
- Then again, I guess they did have the undisputed cultural monopoly on fashion-girlie coffee in the early aughts.
- “Do the coat” also plays in my head on a loop.
- This movie may or may not be how I learned what a run-through is.
- Hey, Gisele!
- This size-six slander…man, they really would not have known what to do with my size-18 ass.
- Andy being like, “You think my clothes are hideous, I get it”…I mean, it’s not really a matter of opinion, babe.
- “A million girls would kill for that job” utterance number three!
- CERULEAN TIME!
- Okay, I also didn’t know much about fashion when I started at Vogue, but I will say I had the good sense not to laugh in meetings.
- You know what, Andy? You got owned! Handle it like a grown-up!
- Then again, she’s getting a sympathy Jarlsberg grilled cheese made for her by a hot man, so I get it.
- Aw, Andy’s finally learned to dial Demarchelier!
- Okay, am I a craven careerist if I think Andy was an idiot to go into her Broadway show while Miranda still hadn’t found a flight?
- As Miranda says furiously: “This is your job!”
- “Hire the smart, fat girl.” Brutalissima.
- God, this get-your-shit-together speech from Nigel rocks.
- Unrelated: not to kick Andy when she’s down, but this nude sweater blends into her skin tone in a not-so-chic way.
- It’s Nigel to the rescue with designer samples, though!
- God, this Chanel-boots reveal is so good.
- Giving your friends expensive freebies really is a major perk of working in fashion (although I’m fairly sure said freebies went harder in 2006).
- Man, James Holt’s jawline is not playing around.
- “You still don’t get it, do you? Her opinion is the only one that matters.” Or, put another way, wake up, Six!
- Oop, Andy’s being promoted to deliverer of The Book.
- Not Miranda’s devilish little twins beckoning her upstairs so she can see their mom fighting with her husband!
- Ugh, not Miranda pleading to be understood…I hate to hear a diva down.
- Starbucks name-checked again?
- I do feel like the word “coffee” would have worked just as well.
- Andy actually pulling off this Harry Potter book coup (and delivering/destroying Miranda’s steak in between) is fairly impressive.
- Then again, the job of an assistant to a powerful person is to pull off such miracles!
- But also, never let a Shitty Media Man help you out of a jam, Andy…you’ll live to regret it.
- I know Christian is famously the Mentalist and all, but I’m simply not into him.
- Miranda looking shamefaced is so unnatural.
- Dean & Deluca, I miss you!
- Nate, grow up. Why would Andy quit now after all the hell she’s been through, when she’s finally starting to figure things out?
- “Florals? For spring? Groundbreaking.” A classic for a reason.
- My Vogue and ex-Vogue group chat is addicted to saying “Thank God somebody came to work today” whenever one of us says or does something good.
- Oh, poor Emily and her unfortunate luck to become “an incubus of viral plague.”
- I unironically think “Just deal with it, you have to be here” to myself every time I’m stuck in a work obligation I’d like to leave, and honestly, it helps!
- Whom up greeting Ambassador Franklin and the woman that he left his wife for, Rebecca?
- This newsboy cap is nutso, but Andy’s kind of working it.
- Emily 🙁
- Aw, I miss walking slowly through the New York night during my professional and interpersonal crises.
- Emily!!!!!! 🙁 🙁 🙁
- This shot of the scarves falling all over the street after Emily’s car accident really is quite beautiful.
- Oop, a newly single Andy has landed in Paris.
- Time for some (limited) celebrity cameos!
- Time for the ultimate humbling of Miranda, and time for me to once again marvel at Streep’s jaw-dropping acting talent.
- Never forget how Streep utterly transformed her from the character in the book!
- Aw, happy Nigel.
- And Andy’s lost weight!
- …Yay?
- The hatred that I have in my heart for Christian could power a medium-sized city.
- “I’m not your baby.” Tell him, Andy!
- Oh, sweet Nigel, passed over once again and barely even surprised.
- “Because of the list.” God, Miranda is such a Tony Soprano-level baller.
- I want to toss a Sidekick into a Parisian fountain so badly.
- And she gave Andy a glowing recommendation in the end! Sort of!
- And that’s a wrap on The Devil Wears Prada! We lived, we laughed, we learned, we saw our workplaces satirized, and now it’s time to count down the seconds until the sequel.

