Just finished reading Straight Man by Richard Russo, a tale of dysfunctional academics.  Am now embarking on Moo, by Jane Smiley, another slice of academic fiction.
The Devil Wears Prada was funny but I haven't quite gotten over Meryl Streep calling the waifish Anne Hathaway "the fat girl" because she's a size SIX.  Still, Meryl Streep is genius and the clothes really are as gorgeous as the shoes are completely ludicrous.  It's a wonder none of the actresses broke something during filming, every time I turned around Andy was running - RUNNING - in 4" stilettos.  
And The Forty-Year-Old Virgin, I know I'm late to this party, but holy crap, that was funny.  Despite a scene with gratuitous homophobia, which they could've done without ("I know you're gay because...," which I guess is the white-boy version of the dozens).  And the ongoing kidding-on-the-square misogyny, wherein you can laugh at the dude for saying stupid sexist stuff, or you can laugh with him because you're a sexist dude, too.  But I do have this to add to the plus column: the forty-year-old virgin falls in love with a forty-year-old woman.  Possibly even 40-something.  Oh yes, her stomach is impossibly flat for a woman who's had three children, but she's a natural-looking fortyish hot grandma.  Catherine Keener really rocks that role.  Steve Carell couldn't be any funnier.  
New Gwen Stefani, The Sweet Escape = perfect workout music.
Almost there.
3 weeks ago
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