Warning: This post contains spoilers!

Recently USA Today ran an article questioning Juno’s portrayal of teen pregnancy. It seems that some people worry the movie glorified the whole thing.

Maybe it’s just me, but I think they missed the point of Juno. One of the quotes in the article suggests that teens won’t see that Juno faced any consequences, because the baby was “handed off.” Juno ended up with her boyfriend and was able, presumably, to go on with life as usual.

Sorry, but I think that’s BS. First of all — and I don’t know how many times we have to stress this before the right-wingers get it — pregnancy is NOT about punishment. Yes, the movie ended happily, but it wasn’t because Juno didn’t face any consequences. It was because she made a big, and really tough, decision. I don’t think that even a self-involved teen is going to miss that. Read More »

Heads up, everyone: it’s cool to like Diablo Cody again.

Diablo has, of late, been suffering from Hipster Appreciation Syndrome, the phenomenon whereby pretentious idiots with great hair systematically value or devalue everything in proportion to its popularity.

For those unfamiliar with the process, it goes as follows:

1. Cool people like something.

2. So uncool people like the same thing.

3. So cool people hate that thing.

4. So uncool people hate the same thing.

5. So cool people like it again.

This is the reason why you will occasionally stumble into a crowd of hard-ass punks discussing, with great enthusiasm, the musical genius of Rod Stewart. Rod Stewart is like the hipster holy land. Ain’t no-one going to get behind that cover of “Downtown Train” unless they’ve been thoroughly indoctrinated.

Anyway, in Diablo Cody’s case, the process began with a whole lot of people liking her movie “Juno,” peaked with an Oscar for Best Original Screenplay, twisted into a slew of anti-Diablo blog posts and parodies, and peaked once more with a sketch on Saturday Night Live, in which Ellen Page (who is still sort of hip for now) must renounce Cody, in the form of a dragged-up Andy Samberg who only speaks in puns. Read More »

As my friends and I gathered in my living room with drinks and dinner last night to watch the Oscars, we all recognized a very obvious fact: We were not gathered to actually watch the awards. In fact, none of us cared that much about who won anything. (especially not at the tipsy end of the evening). The truth is that we just wanted to see what everyone was wearing. We wanted to either rip them apart or drop our jaws in jealousy. And so that’s what happened.

There weren’t as many atrocities as I had secretly hoped for last night. I always kind of want Cameron Diaz to show up in a trash bag and slippers. But hey, lets face, she’d look like a babe even in that. I guess what I’m trying to say is that no one gave me nightmares last night.

Check out the red carpet looks after the jump. Click the photo to see the full gallery. Read More »