As you know, I have an unhealthy Posh-like obsession with Lindsay Lohan. I love her, I find her infinitely interesting, and I CARE. Almost as much as I care about Tila Tequila, who disgusts me and turns me on all at the same time. Sometimes skank trash just works, you know?
But this is about Lindsay. And as much as I am fascinated by Lindsay, I am also appalled at the fact that she can’t seem to find herself a decent makeup artist. Wearing dirty bronzer once is forgivable. Wearing dirty bronzer over and over again is criminal. And when you’re Lindsay Lohan, the reigning queen of young Hollywood, I’d say it’s pretty frickin’ important to have fresh looking skin. I’d say it’s pretty frickin’ important NOT to look like you’ve been – what’s the expression my girl Duana always uses? – ridden hard and put away wet. The blotches, the streaks, the grease, the candy pink lips – I don’t know about you but the only thing that comes to mind is limo gangbang up and down Hollywood Boulevard. And even if you aren’t the biggest fan, Lindsay Lohan really is so much better than that, don’t you think?