Sparked by Juno (Tom's opinion)

[Laurie]

"Jeebus"?

I'm assuming she was wearing a Roberto Cavalli dress, seeing as how it was trashy as hell. Designers and fashion houses like Cavalli, Marchesa, and Carolina Herrera campaign REALLY hard to get their dresses on the red carpet. That's why they send you dresses for free or invite you to their ateliers for dresses made just for you? Why do you think assholes like Ryan Seacrest ask who you're wearing? BECAUSE IT MOVES DRESSES AT BERGDORF GOODMAN AND HENRI BENDEL. Jesus. Jeebus. JEEZ LOUISE.

[Vanilla Soup]

At the risk of further aggravating myself and others, here is the full blog post to which Page 6 refers.  Unsurprisingly, it is full of kitschy slang and toilet talk...so proceed with caution:

Yesterday, my stylist took me to go try on my Oscar shoes, which were made for me by Stuart Weitzman. They were sparkly. Kind of retro. With hefty brooches to be affixed atop each narrow toebox. I was pleased, but it wasn't, like, an event.

Today, I read this. NEWS TO ME, kids. I must have somehow missed the part where my shoes cost a MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS and my "choice" of footwear would be publicized nationwide. I honestly thought they were just sparkly shoes. Mr. Weitzman did mention that the diamonds were real when I tried them on, but I'm not Nancy Rockman, Expert Gemologist. I didn't, you know, bust out my miniature spyglass and assess the potential worth of my kicks.

I swear to God, I have the most bizarre life. Truly.

This looks really attention-whorey, and for once, I didn't do it on purpose.

I'm flattered that they picked me (surprise!) to wear the Pimp Shooz, but WTF, right?

ETA: I'm actually really pissed about this, now that I think about it. They're using me to publicize their stupid shoes and NOBODY ASKED ME. I would never consent to a lame publicity stunt at a time when I already want to hide. I'm sorry if I sound like a party-pooper, but Jeebus.

What kind of person am I that this makes me so angry?

[Stupornaut]

At the risk of further aggravating myself and others, here is the full blog post to which Page 6 refers.  Unsurprisingly, it is full of kitschy slang and toilet talk...so proceed with caution:

Yesterday, my stylist took me to go try on my Oscar shoes, which were made for me by Stuart Weitzman. They were sparkly. Kind of retro. With hefty brooches to be affixed atop each narrow toebox. I was pleased, but it wasn't, like, an event.

Today, I read this. NEWS TO ME, kids. I must have somehow missed the part where my shoes cost a MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS and my "choice" of footwear would be publicized nationwide. I honestly thought they were just sparkly shoes. Mr. Weitzman did mention that the diamonds were real when I tried them on, but I'm not Nancy Rockman, Expert Gemologist. I didn't, you know, bust out my miniature spyglass and assess the potential worth of my kicks.

I swear to God, I have the most bizarre life. Truly.

This looks really attention-whorey, and for once, I didn't do it on purpose.

I'm flattered that they picked me (surprise!) to wear the Pimp Shooz, but WTF, right?

ETA: I'm actually really pissed about this, now that I think about it. They're using me to publicize their stupid shoes and NOBODY ASKED ME. I would never consent to a lame publicity stunt at a time when I already want to hide. I'm sorry if I sound like a party-pooper, but Jeebus.

What kind of person am I that this makes me so angry?

The kind of person who knows that "Pimp Shooz" is a completely unacceptable term in every single sense?

[gravy boat]

I admire her stand for not wearing the shoes.  I haven't seen Juno yet but this young lady has my respect. 

[John Junk]

I take back everything I ever said about Juno.  This woman is keeping it real and is not letting the man get up in her grill (or down on her dawgz*!).




*feet

[Vanilla Soup]

I swear to God, she has the most bizarre life. Truly.

[Shaggy 2 Grote]

The New York Times yet again mentioned the stripper angle today in its write-up of the Oscar winners:

"The indie delight “Juno,” about a pregnant teenager with a mouth on her, won for best original screenplay, by Diablo Cody, who once worked as a stripper. She tearfully thanked her family for “loving me for who I am.” 

Big deal. So did Guillermo del Toro. Enough already.

Guillermo del Toro once worked as a stripper?!

[Shaggy 2 Grote]

You know what sticks in my craw about that? The fact that you know that she was just doing it as a lark with the intention of writing about it later, just as a tourist to give herself an angle. It makes me think of the "Super Size Me" guy, or the woman who wrote that "Nickle and Dimed" book where she lived on the minimum wage for a year or whatever.

Pat K, I agree with everything you say, except for Barbara Ehrenreich (of Nickel and Dimed).  It's perfectly legitimate to have a beef with how she did it, of course, but it wasn't a gimmick to sell books.  She's been doing advocacy journalism and writing for big mainstream publications since the 1970s, and was probably as surprised as everyone when her book became a bestseller.

[Shaggy 2 Grote]

At the risk of further aggravating myself and others, here is the full blog post to which Page 6 refers.  Unsurprisingly, it is full of kitschy slang and toilet talk...so proceed with caution:

Yesterday, my stylist took me to go try on my Oscar shoes, which were made for me by Stuart Weitzman. They were sparkly. Kind of retro. With hefty brooches to be affixed atop each narrow toebox. I was pleased, but it wasn't, like, an event.

Today, I read this. NEWS TO ME, kids. I must have somehow missed the part where my shoes cost a MILLION FUCKING DOLLARS and my "choice" of footwear would be publicized nationwide. I honestly thought they were just sparkly shoes. Mr. Weitzman did mention that the diamonds were real when I tried them on, but I'm not Nancy Rockman, Expert Gemologist. I didn't, you know, bust out my miniature spyglass and assess the potential worth of my kicks.

I swear to God, I have the most bizarre life. Truly.

This looks really attention-whorey, and for once, I didn't do it on purpose.

I'm flattered that they picked me (surprise!) to wear the Pimp Shooz, but WTF, right?

ETA: I'm actually really pissed about this, now that I think about it. They're using me to publicize their stupid shoes and NOBODY ASKED ME. I would never consent to a lame publicity stunt at a time when I already want to hide. I'm sorry if I sound like a party-pooper, but Jeebus.

What kind of person am I that this makes me so angry?

The kind of person who knows that "Pimp Shooz" is a completely unacceptable term in every single sense?

Aw, man, I was totally going to wear my pimp shooz to the next FOT meetup.

[Stupornaut]

Aw, man, I was totally going to wear my pimp shooz to the next FOT meetup.

Man, I hope they weren't Nu Shooz.

[Shaggy 2 Grote]

Aw, man, I was totally going to wear my pimp shooz to the next FOT meetup.

Man, I hope they weren't Nu Shooz.

They're made of enriched uranium.  I swear to God, I have the most bizarre life. Truly.

[Pat K]

Pat K, I agree with everything you say, except for Barbara Ehrenreich (of Nickel and Dimed).

Yeah, perhaps I was a little hasty in lumping her into that group. I still think her M.O. for that book was a bit cheesy, but I suppose she does have a much better journalistic pedigree than Diablo Cody. Point taken.

Though, I still think it was odd in "Nickel and Dimed" how she kept referring to her other coworkers as "Homeskillet", but that's just me.

[gravy boat]

What kind of person are you that Diablo Cody makes you this angry?

[Sploops]

Anyone got a link to a video of her accepting the oscar?  Can't seem to find it.  Did she thank Kevin Smith?

[Dorvid Barnas]

http://www.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/Movies/02/27/film.diablocody.ap/index.html

Good to see Jackie Clarke get a mention.