Diablo Cody Rips Blogosphere A New One

Stripper turned Academy Award-winning “Juno” screenwriter Diablo Cody has returned to ranting on her MySpace page, and this one’s a doozy. After she climbed out of Midwestern obscurity to win an Oscar, work with Spielberg, and garner the attention of the international media, the former blogger found herself a target for those who didn’t appreciate her writing abilities, her pole dancing skills, or her ascent to the top of the Hollywood pile. In her lengthy missive, she tears into her online haters with unchecked venom. “I am middle-class trash from the Midwest. I’m a competent nonfiction writer, an admittedly green screenwriter, and a product of Hollywood, USA. I am ‘Diablo Cody’ and if you’re not a fan, go rent Prospero’s Books again and leave me the f*** alone.” There’s more where that came from, apparently. A lot more. “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.” On the subject of getting slammed for her chosen moniker, she continues: “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 c*** from 2002, but I like my fake name. It’s engraved on an Oscar. Yours isn’t.”

And that’s where she lost me. After that, she posits herself as the Iceberg Slim of Hollywood hustlin’ — in case you’ve never heard of him, he’s a pimp. To close, she reloads: “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 b******t 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.” Uh, you go, girl? Sure, when you step on the big stage, you become the focus of a hell of a lot of schadenfreude, and nobody seems to want the woman to forget the stripper she was once. That said, if it weren’t for the blogosphere upon which she has released her ire from on high, Miss Diablo wouldn’t be where is today. The talent manager who discovered her found her writing on her blog. Whatever sums it up best, I guess. Just don’t forget where you came from, honey. Because for every peak, there’s a valley. [Gawker]