My Dad Wants Me To Have Health Insurance, Too!

So let's be best friends.

When I was a little girl, like three or four or five (okay twelve, but whatever), the cool thing to do if you were wearing the same shoes as another girl was to stick your leg out, toe pointed towards hers. Then she'd do the same, and you'd beam at each other, and that's how friendships were made in the Long Island suburbs. Not like in Queens, where you went up to random kids in the playground asking, "Can I play?" only to be looked up and down and asked your age before being told, "Okay, go stand over there," and as you jog over to where they pointed, you excitedly think, "Cool, I'm in!"

Years and years ago, after I was finished being young enough to make friends so easily, I read an interview with Jennifer Love Hewitt during her Party of Five days. Remember those? When everyone wanted to get a dog just to name it Bailey, and teenage girls all around the country alternated between wearing sleeves that were too long and doing significant squinting in the mirror, a la Julia?

Anyway, JLH did this interview, and in it she talked about her best friend, a girl whose name was also Jennifer. She explained how she met the BFF, saying the girl had been a huge fan and written her a letter expressing her admiration for JLH's portrayal of Sarah, blah, blah, blah, and they'd been best friends ever since.

I thought that was lame. What an ego! Becoming best friends with someone who's a FAN? Fucked up.

Yeah, I'm over it now. Because if a Friend Fairy told me I could pick anyone I don't know to be my newest friend, it'd definitely be Diablo Cody.

But I'm not going to send her a fan letter. No, after two hours of reading her blog and following her links and resisting the urge to leave comments on half her blog entries, I'm just going to blog about her and her movie Juno.

I saw it last weekend. The theatre was so packed that I sat on a step for the movie, because my only other option was sitting in the front row. There are very few movies that I walk out of, ready to turn around and see them again right away. But this was one - it was that good. And what fucking luck - to have Juno come out right when Jamie Lynn Spears is announcing her knockedupness!

A friend and I had an argument about the dialog - whether or not kids are really speaking in that Dawson's Creek, Gilmore Girlsesque way. I suppose some are, and also that a movie with "like" peppered throughout wouldn't go as far.

So yeah, go see Juno. And read Diablo's blog. But not you, Mom. You'll be offended by it. But you can see the movie - that won't offend you. And Diablo, call me. We can get together and talk about health insurance.