It was a double-feature chick-flick weekend, with Confessions on Saturday and HJNTIY today. I hate to admit it, but I really was excited to see them (esp. HJNTIY). However, they both fell a little flat.
Confessions just had terrible timing, and I’m not sure many twentysomething girls could empathize with Isla Fischer’s character — even if we love her hair. When it comes down to it, we’d much rather pay our rent than buy the next hot Gucci bag. And I’ve worked in publishing (albeit online, across the floor from our magazine counterparts) for awhile now, and I can promise you the field isn’t nearly that glamorous. I’m pretty sure no Editorial Assistants, Associates or even Managing Editors make enough money to afford the lifestyles described in the plot. Probably because we can be replaced so easily.
Girls, I’m serious. If a guy acts like a jerk, he’s not worth your time. Wouldn’t you rather be reading a good book or watching Lost In Austen?