Diablo Cody
Diablo Cody
Brook Busey-Maurio, better known by the pen name Diablo Cody, is an American screenwriter, producer, director, author, journalist, memoirist, stripper and exotic dancer. She first became known for her candid chronicling of her year as a stripper in her "The Pussy Ranch" blog and in her memoir Candy Girl: A Year in the Life of an Unlikely Stripper. Later, Cody achieved critical acclaim for her debut script Juno, winning awards such as the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay, the...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionScreenwriter
Date of Birth14 June 1978
CityLemont, IL
CountryUnited States of America
Now '90210' is returning with an all-new cast of slightly more plausible teens. I'll be honest: I wish the old cast was back. Ideally, this spin-off would be an Ice Storm-esque exploration of the West Beverly gang's bleak adult lives.
I don't think I ever got the hang of the writers' room. I love collaborating with people, but I really do my best work alone, and I think I would want to - if I did something again, I think I'd want to take total ownership the way Aaron Sorkin or David Kelley does.
Juno: WOOOAH! ....Dreeeaaam BIG!
Vodka Redbull: Upper meets downer in an effervescent hybrid of bubble gum and junkie piss
Bren MacGuff: Well, honey, doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream...
Of course, the strippers also take pains not to appear too innocent, valorous, or bookishly inclined. (In direct opposition to the Swayze Mandate of 1987, everybody puts Baby in a goddamn corner.)
Gas Attendant: "Thata ain't no etch-a-sketch. Thats one doodle that can't be un-did home skillet.
Shoulda gone to China. They give away babies like free iPods. They put them in guns and shoot them out at sporting events.
When you're in a competitive environment, always give out the impression that you don't care. It makes people want you more. If you act desperate, it's over. I think a passive attitude is helpful. It comes naturally because I'm lazy.
Nobody comes to Minnesota to take their clothes off, at least as far as I know.
Above the stage was a glass-floored second stage, which allowed customers to look up and watch another girl dancing overhead. This multidimensional display of poontang reminded me of the 3-D chessboard on Star Trek, which in turn reminded me that I was a huge nerd.
I'm glad that as a 33-year-old working mother, I can still choose to wear a Hello Kitty T-shirt or stay up late scrolling through the Twitter feed of my junior-high crush.
Juno: Honest to blog?
Juno MacGuff: Nah... I mean, I'm already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?