Diablo Cody har tröttnat på alla haters och personer i allmänhet som inte är så förtjusta i hennes framgångar. Som svar till dem så postade den Oscarsvinnande manusförfattaren ett långt inlägg på sin myspaceblogg som är argt, fullt av profaniteter men framför allt väldigt, väldigt roligt.
I?m sorry that while you were shooting your failed opus at Tisch, I was jamming toxic silicon toys up my ass for money. I get why you?re bitter. I took exactly one film class in college and? with the curious exception of the Douglas Sirk unit?it bored the shit out of me.
Efter hoppet så hittar du ett gäng highlights.
I may have won 19 awards that you don?t feel I earned, but it?s neither original nor relevant to slag on Juno. Really. And you?re not some bold, singular voice of dissent, You are exactly like everyone else in your zeitgeisty-demo-lifestyle pod. You are even like me. (I, too, loved Arrested Development! Aren?t we a pretty pair of cultural mavericks? Hey, let?s go bitch about how Black Kids are overrated!)
I?m sorry to all those violent, semi-literate fanboys who hate me for befriending their heroes. I can?t help it if your favorite writer, actor, director, or talk show host likes me. Maybe you would too, if we actually met.
I know my name is fake and that it annoys you. What, do you hate Queen Latifah and Rip Torn, too? Writers and entertainers have been using pseudonyms for years. Chances are, you?re spewing bile under an assumed screen name yourself. I?m sorry if you think I?m like some inked-up quasi-Suicide Girl derby cunt from 2002, but I like my fake name. It?s engraved on an Oscar. Yours isn?t.
This is the last I have to say on the subject, unless I’m provoked by a journalist in which case I’ll gladly reload. With relish, as Betty Rizzo might say. That said, I’m a 30-year-old woman with a dwindling interest in blog culture, and I don’t have time to address this bullshit every time one of my projects comes out. I’m in love, I just bought a house, and my boss made E.T. I kind of have to focus on reality.