Man, I had a rough week. Not a lot of time for blogging, unfortunately. I'll be back soon (maybe tomorrow, but definitely Monday), but I'd like to direct your attention, if you haven't heard about it yet, to the nude pictures of Lindsay Lohan
in New York magazine
(that first link, obviously, might not be safe for work). Here's what I don't get. Famous people frequently whine about not being able to live life as private citizens. I sympathize with them when a paparazzo chases them down a street at 90 miles per hour or when they've gone completely around the bend, like Britney Spears apparently has
, but usually, they cry out for attention. Lohan is desperate for attention (and yes, I know that I, in my own little way, am indulging her), so why should we listen to her if she ever tells us to leave her alone?
Lohan used to be a somewhat charming actress. Not great, but charming. She's only 21 and her life seems to be on a downward spiral. Wouldn't it be nice if someone took her aside and told her to go live in Pierre and never court attention again? She'd probably be happier. Oh well.
Celebrities puzzle me. I guess that's why I'm not one of them. That, or the fact that I'm kind of ugly. You be the judge!
Labels: Celebrities, Cheesecake, Culture, My life