Diablo Cody. Just start rolling your eyes now.

This opening sentence from an AP article - "Diablo Cody has a tough-chick reputation -- the tattooed, punkish sex blogger wrote a book about her year as a stripper, and the name of her blog is too risque for family newspapers." - kind of sums up why this woman (she wrote Juno) deserves a fate of Braffian proportions. And the fact that you'll find any combination of the words "whimsical" and "sardonic" in reviews of the movie she wrote. I read some of her blog entries some time ago, and just, ugh. It calls to mind the self-regard and fake attitude of girls who join roller derby. Anyway, Ms. Cody has joined Miranda July high atop my shit list, a little bit below Dane Cook and Carlos Mencia, a little bit above Bill Simmons and the 1998 Utah Jazz. All I'm sayin' is I know some fabulously talented women who happen to write, and they'll likely never get opportunities like Cody because they won't change their name to something so retarded and wouldn't spend a year fucking stripping (I'm sure she found it a very expressive medium, though). At any rate, I'm sure she'll have a few stories featured in Tin House this year, and I'm sure it will have nothing to do with her prior career.