Emily: A million girls would kill for this job.
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Miranda Priestly: Do you know why I hired you? I always hire the same girl- stylish, slender, of course... worships the magazine. But so often, they turn out to be- I don't know- disappointing and, um... stupid. So you, with that impressive résumé and the big speech about your so-called work ethic- I, um- I thought you would be different. I said to myself, go ahead. Take a chance. Hire the smart, fat girl. I had hope. My God. I live on it. Anyway, you ended up disappointing me more than, um- more than any of the other silly girls.
I had planned to tackle other parts of the movie before I got to this, but then the big fashion news of the day hit: Condé Nast Gets Rid of Internship Program, Crushes Ill-Informed Dreams
This is all because one of the dirty secrets of the fashion magazine industry was recently revealed by a lawsuit - unpaid interns were doing substantive work at various magazines, which is a big no-no. And remember another scene in the movie, in which Andy's dad gives her a check because she's not able to get by on her salary? Unless you work your way up to an editor position, you are not paid nearly enough to live in NYC, much less buy all the clothes you'd need to get by there.
Which begs the question, who can afford to live in NYC, maintain a high fashion wardrobe, and work for nothing or almost nothing? That would be the beloved daughters of the 1%. Which probably explains all the articles I get to read about the heiresses who have designed three piece jewelry collections with companies I've never heard of. These girls either worked for the magazine at one time, or they are private school BFF's with someone who does. A million girls may be willing to kill for this job, but they'd better have a cool million socked away to support themselves with before they apply.
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