this edition will be sprinkled with cerulean in homage. some spoilers ensue, but none that would ruin your viewing experience. Go To The Theatre, i implore you!

read on for: Meryl ‘n’ Anne, private equity, diagonalist politics, Steve Bannon, proto-MAHA me, Zohran, and more 👕🪡

no better way to spend a rainy afternoon than in the rafters of the Bagdad Theater, i say—that misspelled, hulking palace on Hawthorne, right between the acai bowls and hot dog store.

enter and you can be transported to another time in any number of vehicles for nostalgiacore, such as the sequel to 2006’s The Devil Wears Prada.

after two decades, we find ourselves with an ageless, twiggish Anne Hathaway as Andy Sachs, knocked down by the vagaries of modern-day journalism. ever the Girl Next Door ready for her glow-up (and more importantly, out of a job), she makes her return to Runway, tail tucked.

Andy’s return to Runway rests on an ice-thin premise: the magazine has published an article promoting a fictional Shein, which has obscured their abhorrent labor practices by “tricking” the reporter.

of course, one such flub, and the montage of Instagram comments that ensue (gasp!), would never take down an empire like Runway. but the magazine enters crisis mode, so they scoop up Andy as their new features editor to reclaim their credibility.

the only reason Andy is available, and open to desecrating her hard-fought hard-news chops, is that she’s just been dumped from her big-girl job at the New York Vanguard. it happens at the very moment she steps on stage to accept an award at the annual journalism gala. she and her entire team are, in a chorus of text-message dings, made victims of journalism’s fall.

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