Sometimes, I’m on my way to a café to meet someone, I’m early and I realise I don’t have a book. Bad choice. What to do? Op shop. It can be such a mixed bag, but given that I love reading anything, it’s rare I’ll strike out. And then sometimes, I just hit gold.
Despite its many flaws, I loved Juno. I think it was partly the presence of actors who I’ve come to love, including JK Simmons, Allison Janney, Michael Cera and of course, the amazing Elliot Page) and partly the writing of Diablo Cody. I remember at the time hearing about how this film was written by a stripper, with the suggestion that how could a stripper have the ability to write something so clever. Which is problematic in itself.
Anyhow, the idea of reading about Cody’s foray into stripping was intriguing and titillating. It mostly didn’t disappoint – yes, there was some judgement, a whack of ableism and the odd comment which bordered on racism (which means it probably was racism), but I think that reading it 15 years after it was published – it is a different time. I’d wonder if those few lines that really stood out would be included were it published today. Overall, I enjoyed it. It was a quick read, an interesting look into her on mindset and the journey that she took.