In two words, Anna Wintour, the “pope” of Vogue and Mistress of Fashion as she is reverently known to her employees and associates. The world’s chieftist Cunt.
This afternoon I Redboxed The September Issue, a well reviewed look into the greatest waste of space, time and resources the world has ever known, our fashion industry. At least, the female side of it.
I’m somewhat of a male fashion addict, myself. If I’m going to wear a bill cap, I want a bill long enough to cover my nose. At the local 2nd hand store I found a genuine Polo cap with a decent bill for 50c. Better retail alternatives start at $25.
I like slick dialog and good production values (pretty much regardless of content) so I gave Anna a try. I started hurling ten minutes into it.
This woman is finely distilled CUNT, the Female Corporate Whore.
Starting with an unskippable commercial for The Maybelline Makeover and a Root Menu segue into Anna’s 1+ minute opening credit monologue justifying what is elitist nonsense to most of us, she set the stage for Flamboyant Corporate Bullshit.
I kind of enjoy being a voyeur on the world of high fashion, but The September Issue was surprisingly flat and boring. It is actually Grace Coddington who ends up looking like the true heart and soul of Vogue.
My favorite part was when Wintour’s daughter was asked if she wanted to follow in her mother’s footsteps, and she was basically like, “Hell no, there are a lot of other things out there besides fashion.”
The Devil Wears Prada was written by her former assistant, though the names of all characters were changed from their obvious inspirations. How much else is fictional is a matter of speculation. The characters of Wilhelmina and Fey Sommers in Ugly Betty were also based in part on Wintour.
These guys read that she was a woman, saw the word cunt, and wanted pictures. Knowing that these type of guys usually want to see the younger variety, I pointed out that she doesn’t fit their model. In effect, I was calling them out on their bullshit.
I saw The September Issue and I don’t understand at all why people hate Ms. Wintour. Sure, the fashion industry is completely idiotic, but she strikes me as professional and driven in her field, and was never cruel to anyone (at least, not on-camera. I don’t know what she’s like when there isn’t a documentary crew following her.)
I was far more aghast at some of the morons in her employ, like the dolt who donned a $5000 ensemble to go “work out” with his personal trainer, said work out consisting of standing in one spot and lightly tapping a few tennis balls lobbed in his general direction.
And that was your first mistake, especially if you were looking for coherence. Personally, I opened it because adhay was the OP and I was expecting something that would be amusingly asinine and deliciously incoherent. I was disappointed, but only in the degree. It was indeed incoherent, as expected, but not enough to bring even a brief chuckle. So sad.
He probably won’t bother, being smarter than either Bryan Ekers or myself and, rightfully, concluding that there is no real benefit in posting to one of your OP’s. There really isn’t much pay off to chatting with someone who is as loony as you are…even the comic value is limited by the sadness factor.
Just out of curiosity, have you tried upping the voltage?
I thought it was interesting, as well. Running a magazine is difficult. I doubt the people complaining would be remotely capable of the job. I also think said complaints are less about her personality and more the usual “clothes are so frivolous besides I want to talk about the new laptop and playstation games I just bought” double standard that populates this board.
