The devil wears Prada

Or so I'm told. Am reading the book now, and have trouble identifying I must say. Ok, so my friends would now insert "yes, we know" but still. Why do people put up with shit like that? First of all, fashion. Fashion is nice. On other people. I personally don't care. Yes, I agree it's nice to feel good in what you wear, but I don't care if it's Dolce Gabbana or H&M. And why bother? I am still the same person. Which is clearly shown when I do my hair. I cut it, I blond it and try to look better and all I hear (if I hear anything) is from M last Saturday when we met up after my hair appointment to go shopping: "why is your hair wet?". Well, I tell you why. Why bother spending money on a nice hair-do when people don't even notice? Second, why put up with shit? Ok, so I can eat shit sometimes (so to speak) but only if I know it's gonna buy me favours in the future. I don't mind grovelling (actually did it today) in order to improve a relationship and give me some leeway next week. Or next month. Or next whatever. And only if it's a small thing. Remember, don't fight the battles you cannot win. Personally I like to lose the battles, but win the war :)...was it Churchill who said that?