Devil Wears Prada was on TV again tonight, and I took something different away from it this time. I used to think, "Oh, this is a commentary about how you shouldn't sell your soul for your job," or some such nonsense. But now, given the context of the age of Anne Hathaway's character, I changed the angle on that.
If anything, the story teaches you that serious relationships in your 20's are a disaster waiting to happen. It teaches you that killing yourself for a job is something you just have to do. It tells you that tossing yourself into the real world is a rite of passage for your 20's.
Weird how a conversation you have with someone on a particular day can greatly modify your view of the world.