16th Minute of Fame, and Counting

Here with your Daily Dose of Diablo, is The Huffington Post, apparently just catching up to the “price of fame” angle that we’ve been talking about for the past 4 months. Seems like there’s a “backlash to the backlash” now, with a new wave of haters hating on the original haters, and all kinds of huffiness about selling out and cashing in. Which has everybody tittering and all aflutter since it’s never happened before in the history of Hollywood.

“She always seemed like a rebel, a social rebel who now seems to have cashed in and joined the club. And I think what we’re witnessing is resentment to that,” said O’Neil, who noted that Cody’s raunchy backstory likely proved irresistible to Hollywood types who don’t get a chance to show their bohemian, darker sides in public.

Except for the Smoking Gun (we should all look this good in our mugshots, Shia). Or MSNBC (how much more bohemian can you get than Johnny Depp?) Or on the red carpet (ok, maybe not bohemian, but it’s fun to watch). Publicity junkies wish they could whip up a dark side as playfully bohemian as Cody’s. Or maybe they just wish their pimps PR people worked half as hard as hers have. The Cinderella story now has a Ruby Slippers slant too, with some sort of brouhaha still simmering over a pair of million dollar shoes.

“They’re using me to publicize their stupid shoes and NOBODY ASKED ME,” wrote Cody, who ultimately wore gold flats. “I would never consent to a lame publicity stunt at a time when I already want to hide.”

“…but hell. since that horse already trotted out the barn door, I might as well straddle the sucker and ride him bareback for a piece longer,” she forgot to add (with a strangely Sheriff Bell syntax and accent).