Get thee to Industria Superstudio by 10:30 AM, and Lenny Kravitz just might pour a shot of Absolut down your parched throat. Don't say we never did anything for you, drunky.
Last-Minute Hair of the Dog
Get thee to Industria Superstudio by 10:30 AM, and Lenny Kravitz just might pour a shot of Absolut down your parched throat. Don't say we never did anything for you, drunky.
!["...This is a real paradox for me: My entire life I've been told I wasn't pretty enough. My entire life I was told by people that I was ugly, that I was too tall, that I was flat-chested, that I was this, that I was that. When I was a stripper I was never quite pretty enough. I was never one of the beautiful girls. I was never one of the top earners. Suddenly I achieve something in my life that is purely intellectual and purely creative, and I'm being told that it's because I'm pretty. To me that is the weirdest, most ironic thing ever. Like all of a sudden I'm attractive when it suits people's purposes. But in the past when I needed to be attractive I was ugly. So let's pick. Which is it?" — Juno screenwriter Diablo Cody [Minneapolis City Pages]](https://i.kinja-img.com/gawker-media/image/upload/s--ONS8aczB--/c_fill,fl_progressive,g_center,h_180,q_80,w_320/18s10utp0femfjpg.jpg)
