Now I’m just holding on to something so far gone.. Oh where did I go wrong?
And then when we get back to New York, we need to contact, um… Leslie to see what she can do to minimize the press… on all this. Another divorce… splashed across Page Six. I can just imagine what they’re gonna write about me. ‘The Dragon Lady, Career-Obsessed. Snow Queen Drives Away Another Mr. Priestly’. Rupert Murdoch should cut me a check for all the papers I sell for him. Anyway, I don’t… I don’t really care what anybody writes about me. But my… my girls, I just… It’s just so unfair to the girls. It’s just… another disappointment, another letdown, another father… figure… gone. Anyway, the point is… the point is… the point is we really need to figure out where to place Donatella because she’s barely speaking to anyone.
Ugh Andy. Be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, ‘Poor you, Miranda’s picking on you. Poor you, poor Andy’? Hmm? Wake up, six! She’s just doing her job. Don’t you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of this century? Halston, Lagerfield, de la Renta? And what they did, what they created was greater than art. Because you live your life in it. Well not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine? Hmm? This is not just a magazine? This is a shining beacon of hope for.. oh, I don’t know.. let’s say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with 6 brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls and what’s worse, you don’t care. Cause this place where so many people would die to work, you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn’t kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these: ‘It might have been.’
This is my fault. I planted doubt. I’m a doubt-planter.
I mean I’m the screwed up one. Matt’s got it so easy, he’s the golden boy. I mean he’s gonna get a football scholarship, marry Elena and have a lawn-mower and some babies and when I think of my future I just come up blank.