Featured

Going to the Devil

So what do I have in common with the people who went to the premiere of The Devil Wears Prada 2 April 20?

I saw it before the rest of North America did.

I was planning to see the movie before I was going to Hong Kong, then realized I’d be in town when the film came out, because here, it was released April 30, a full day before North America gets to see it.

Nanny nanny, boo boo!

I’m gonna gloat, because rarely do I have the chance to do it. But as someone who is growing more interested in fashion and developing a style for myself, I had to see this movie because I saw the first one in the theaters, and at that time, I was working for someone who had her own magazine. She wasn’t as bad as Miranda, but she did splurge on things I thought she could have saved money on. An SUV for example. She could have just as easily rented a van for the one week a year she actually needed a larger vehicle, instead of investing $10,000 in upgrades before buying the monstrosity that she HAD to use on a regular basis in order to make it a tax write-off.

Anyway. About the movie.

It was good. Not as funny as the original, but they had lots of little throwbacks to lines and scenes in the original script. They did it without making the movie feel like it was the same old thing again. The four main characters, plus the screenwriter and the original director came back, so I had hopes, and I was right.

SPOILERS!

It’s now 20 years later, and Runway is still going, but not as strong as it once was. The movie opens on Andy Sachs getting an award for her writing. Right before her name is called, she finds out she and her fellow journalists were fired. Via text. As she accepts her award, she gives an impassioned speech about the unfairness of it all.

After crying the blues at dinner (in a scene reminiscent of the original, when Andy’s phone is kidnapped by her “friends”) she is offered a job at Runway. Not having lots of other options, she accepts the job (offered to her by Elias-Clark head Irv Ravitz after her impassioned “I was fired” speech goes viral) and walks back into Miranda’s office. Miranda doesn’t remember who she is until Nigel explains she was one of the Emilys.

Speaking of Emily, she now works for Dior.

Miranda approved a glowing article about Speed Fash and how great it is, only to find out it’s a sweatshop. Andy’s first job is to do some PR damage control. Andy writes a great piece apologizing for the error. She still flounders a bit, and in a throwback to the first film, Andy has to figure out what exactly Miranda wants—and if you’ve seen the first film, you know that’s something you just can’t ask Miranda—you have to figure it out yourself.

Emily seems to hold a bit of power in this one. Dior is a big advertiser, and makes some demands of the magazine. And also turns out to be a bit of a villain.

Meanwhile, Andy scores an interview as well as an exclusive from a reclusive celebrity, and finally gets the hang of what the readers want. As she improves, Miranda (who wasn’t aware that Irv had hired her in the first place) eventually warms to Andy.

But there are twists and turns in this one. Miranda is hoping for a promotion but SPOILER ALERT! Irv ends up dying at his 75th birthday party. His son, Jay, played by B. J. Novak, has ideas for the publication, and he and his Millennial staff tell Miranda the way it’s going to be. Gutted.

It’s Andy’s nerdy assistant who drops her phone and deliberately leaves it under Miranda’s chair, where the meeting with Jay and his buddies take place in the Elias-Clark cafeteria of all places, and records everything being said, so Andy finds out what’s going on.

The climax comes at a fashion show in Milan, where some favors had to be called in. Lady Gaga provides the music, or else she won’t get another cover. Andy shared her plan with Miranda, and phone calls are made. In a sort of “passing the torch” moment, Miranda realizes she can’t be in two places at once, and, nudged by Andy, asks Nigel to give the speech she had intended to give. Miranda claims Nigel won’t do it, but realizes that in her treacherous fashion world, Nigel is her rock. He’s always put up with her shit and never said anything, was loyal to the core—and he’s finally, finally rewarded.

There’s another twist at the end, but despite fast fashion, Wish, Temu, Shein, and technology, the good guys win. Andy turned down a $350K book advance about working at Runway (even the book deals aren’t seven figures anymore) to not hurt Miranda, but of course, Miranda knows about it and encourages Andy to write the book anyway—the resulting warts-and-all memoir might actually buy Miranda a few more years at the top.

The film closes with an exterior shot of Miranda, Nigel, and Andy all in their individual offices, all on the same floor.

Yes, I cried. If the first one was a coming-of-age story, this one also deals with jobs and what you sacrifice for them, and if those sacrifices are worth it. Andy has better friends, this time around, although Tracie Thoms (Lily) still likes free handbags, but at least she offered Andy a job at her gallery. Andy has a budding romance with a contractor, but thankfully, it doesn’t take precedence over everything else that’s going on in her life. Miranda is on husband number whatever, but they seem to be happy. The movie showed happy endings are possible, especially at the expense of outwitting villains.

Looking at you, Emily.

My jacked Prada frames. Six months after I bought these, they started falling apart. I’ve fixed them so many times, I can’t remember how many times I’ve glued bits of wood to keep the side pieces tight enough on my head. $1,400 for these, but the two pairs I got in November 2024 for $100 broke within a couple of months. Three eyeglass places said they couldn’t do anything. And neither could I.

Featured

The Smallest Room Yet!!!

I got a pleasant surprise when I checked into my room tonight. I wanted a room with bath, but my credit card wasn’t working on a particular booking site. I went to another site and was able to book, but the room with bath was no longer available. That’s fine, at least I didn’t have to share my room with strangers like that one time.

So when they took me to my room, I saw that it had a bath! Aw yeah!

But it is the smallest room I have ever had here at Ashoka Hostel. There’s maybe 16 square feet of floor space, not counting the bathroom.

But I don’t care. I have a tiny private room with a bath.

And some kind stranger carried my suitcase up the last flight of steps to street level.

I love Hong Kong.

This is what you see when you first open the door.
The view from my bed looking into the bathroom.
From the bathroom looking out.
The rest of the room.
Featured

A Good Day for a Walk

It was a good day for a walk, and just generally a good day overall.

Still getting in my 10,000+ steps per day. I’m seeing some results too, which is nice.

Some good things are starting to be habits now. I don’t know how or why they are sticking, but they are sticking. I might skip a day, but it’s rare. I guess it’s not striving for perfection, but consistency.

Featured

Dumplings for Breakfast

Today, through one of my school contacts, I got to meet the dean’s son, and to have breakfast at a place near my apartment.

My contact warned me the place wasn’t too elegant. But I said I didn’t mind; there were lots of Mexican places that didn’t look great back home, but the food was really good.

The dumpling place was very popular; people lined up to get either pork or veggie dumplings. You had to walk through the kitcthen to get to the dining room, so that was interesting. The dining room was a bit deceptive; there was another dining room off to the side, so it was much bigger than I expected it to be.

The dean’s son was a very pleasant young man. He spoke about some trauma he had experienced in the past. After breakfast, my contact took me back to my apartment and I told the young man to keep in touch. He explained he wasn’t very social, and I said I understood.

The whole experience was really nice on a beautiful day.

Featured

The Lost Art of Conversation

I think it was on Facebook recently, that I saw a short video that summed up dating now as well as in the 1700s.

Whoever did this video had a sense of humor. It showed two guys sitting on a couch, one saying to the other, “I wish to fornicate.” A footman (servant? butler?) brought oil portraits of young women, where one of the guys dismissed them for some reason or another. Of course, the woman with large breasts was chosen.

So a raven was summoned to send a message to the fair maiden. Took months. And when she unrolled it, all it said was, “hey.”

I had to laugh, because every so often, I get messages from men that have the stunning range of, “hey,” “hello,” “hi,” and occasionally, “what are you wearing?”

No joke. Here’s a string of messages I got from some guy years ago:

I hope we can video chat soon

hey gloria

how are you

I’m sorry to hear that

I’m sorry to hear that what are you doing today

That’s nice. Can I ask what are you wearing

Hello

hey

hey

What are you doing right now

Hello

good morning

Good morning

Of course, if you talk about sex, it doesn’t get much better, but it seems that once you get guys on that topic, they can string more than two words together.

Why aren’t people into dating anymore? Well, it’s kind of obvious.

Featured

Tonight, Someone Else Cried

So Friday’s English corner was held tonight, and at least I didn’t cry. But someone else did. We tend to play card games that have questions on them. The EC coordinator has a bunch of games, and we played Talking Hearts couple’s edition. These kinds of games are good to get people talking, but on the downside, it can feel like group therapy.

Featured

Sixth Tone For What’s Going on in China, in English

Every so often, I’ll go to Sixth Tone, an English-language paper that has interesting features about China.

For example, a few years back, there was a student who tried living for free for about a month. She hung out in fancy hotels and made do with sneaking into places. She faked being rich. Not surprisingly, this was an art student’s project.

Another article was about elderly people getting into video games.

And a more recent article was about how divorced Chinese women are searching for other divorced Chinese women for support. They share chores, cooking, child care duties and basically provide a safer, cohabitive space for themselves and their children. I had my students read this article and also Judy Syfer’s satirical essay, “I Want a Wife,” written back in 1971.

If you’re interrested in reading the articles, the Sixth Tone one is available here:

https://www.sixthtone.com/news/1017507

Syfer’s essay is available here: https://www.thecut.com/2017/11/i-want-a-wife-by-judy-brady-syfers-new-york-mag-1971.html

But you can read it for free here: https://msanaknudsen.weebly.com/uploads/9/3/6/8/9368722/i_want_a_wife.pdf

Featured

Another Tuesday…

Tuesdays go by very quickly, and today was no exception. It was interesting to see how the exercise in instructions turned out. Students had to fold a piece of paper as per my instructions, without knowing what it was going to be. Most of the classes got it, especially after I went throught the process again, with visuals.

But my last class of the day got it right from the start.

I’m sure a few of them thought by the size of the paper I handed out it was going to be some origami animal, but no, just an ordinary paper airplane.

That air raid siren during my first class this morning was a bit of a shock though. A student sent me a message saying it was just a practice drill. But with the war in the Middle East, anything could happen. It made the last half hour of class a bit of a problem. Lecturing was impossible. And they didn’t give precise times for all of the air raid sirens. It would have been nice if they had said they were going to go off at 9:43, 9:55 and 10:00, but no.

I know it was practice, but still a bit unnerving.