But this has brought me pretty damn close.
If you're like me you've been following this reality-tv "Devil Wears Prada meets Top Model" show called Stylista. Perhaps it's partially fueled by my unfufilled desire to work at a fashion magazine (mine was craft and although it was stylish, it was definitely not an Elle or Nylon.) Perhaps I just love watching really well-dressed people run all over Manhattan. But towards the end, I discovered another reason to get behind Stylista:
I'm talking here about the hardworking, smart and very, very chic Johanna, who also used to blog over at A Serious Job is No Excuse. If you haven't already read her blog, go - now! I give you my permission. It's full of Johanna's witty and enigmatic writing about fashion, beauty, and the disgrace that is corporate DC fashion. After poring through nearly all the back entries, I was rooting for Johanna in a way that was both unhealthy and unprecedented. She was such a good writer! And cute! And stylish! and she truly, truly wanted the job at Elle more than any other catty, bitchy, immature (yes and well dressed) fashionistas.
but yay!!! She won!!!! I downloaded the final episode to watch on the plane back from DC and (I kid you not) started tearing up when they announced she won. Maybe it was related to the air pressure, or the fact that I missed my boyfriend, but I also some sort of vindication. Finally - a girl that proves hard work, brains, and a well planned wardrobe can get you everywhere.