While watching the Giants-Packers game this past Sunday a friend of mine commented on how pretentious and almost pompous Diablo Cody sounded on a recent edition of NPR’s Fresh Air. Diablo Cody by the way, is the woman who wrote Juno. I know this may just come of as me, like everyone else, begrudging her the otherworldly success she’s achieved at such a young age, but it’s not. Diablo Cody (a fake pen name, by the way) is actually a pretty awful person, judging by the way she behaves and speaks in public. She was a boring, self-absorbed cold noodle of an interviewee on the David Letterman show the other night and I’m sure she was the same on Fresh Air.
I think the Late Show interview would have been a lot better if she had shown some humility and acknowledged the nervousness she was clearly showing rather than feigning uber confidence and conducting herself in a way that suggests she is the center of the universe and all else is incidental. I’m sure Diablo Cody will get better and come back down to earth. But for now, she’s pretty unbearable. I want to like her; I liked Juno.
By the way, her blog is called The Pussy Ranch.
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Just her blog name alone makes me want to vomit. But I mean, also, you know, LOOK at her. She’s gross. I guess it’s no surprise to anyone that many of the creative people out their can be just as repulsive as anybody else.
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