For much of my childhood, it seemed every romantic comedy heroine was a journalist. In Kissing Jessica Stein, Sleepless in Seattle, The Holiday, Never Been Kissed, and When Harry Met Sally, they worked at newspapers. If not, they were at glossy magazines, as in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days and 13 Going on 30. In Hitch, the heroine was a gossip columnist—close enough. Or perhaps she worked in publishing, like in Bridget Jones’s Diary. They were writers in big cities, deeply committed to their careers.

But the real plot of these movies was romance. Who would the protagonist fall in love with? Often, it was the person she initially disliked. The Devil Wears Prada broke that mold. While other films focused on romantic love, this one celebrated devotion to work.

Andy Sachs, played by Anne Hathaway, was a recent graduate from Northwestern University who dreamed of being a serious journalist. The only job she could find was as assistant to the editor-in-chief of Runway magazine. Unlike the other heroines, Andy started the movie with a boyfriend, Nate, who lived with her but offered little support for her career. In 2006, he was meant to serve as a moral compass. The Andy Nate knew at Northwestern cared about journalism—reporting, exposing truths, changing the world—not Paris Fashion Week, designer labels, or perfect hair.

Source: Defector