I have to admit though, I'm really not all that surprised-- Juno was a piece of sheer-awkward-teenage-brilliance and Oscar talk has been circling Cody for months. But Diablo literally went from having dollar bills slipped into her g-string by sleezy drunks to a golden Oscar statue handed to her by Indiana Jones himself, Harrison Ford. From pasties and tassels to a chiffon leopard print Dior gown. She may not have made best dressed (I thought she looked stunningly unique) but what does she care? She is an Oscar award winning writer now with offers flying in left and right and all because of her blog Pussy Ranch and the exotic topless tales in her candid memoir Candy Girl.
The recent writers' strike and the Diablo Cody explosion have all coincidently coincided with my exploration into blogging and creating my own writing persona. I've had to (attempt to) write thought provoking, funny blog posts and started thinking about my memoir. My conclusion? I'm really not that interesting. People talk about their lives and story ideas and I'm like shit, I've never done anything all that out of the ordinary or adventurous, I've never even left the East Coast. Most importantly, I'm not a stripper.
I know it sounds crazy but my theory is if nothing interesting happens to me I need to make it happen. Stripping may just be that it factor I need. It worked for Cody. It worked for Seymour. It could work for me. Maybe then I can write fascinating blog posts and get discovered by a Reitman or Appatow and make the next Michael Cera, Jonah Hill filled movie.
Luckily, things haven't reached that drastic of a level for me quite yet. Stripping might be a little (or a lot) extreme. For now I'll just have to depend on the mundane everyday happenings of my normal college kid life. Who knows, maybe I'll become an even less likely Oscar recipient up there thanking Diablo Cody and the blog revolution she started with her Pussy Ranch.
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