Lindsay Lohan
Or, Why I love train wrecks.
She smokes,
she drinks,
she drinks and drives,
she was once a child star,
she’s been to jail,
(and probably going back)
she’s been to rehab,
(and probably going back)
she takes drugs (allegedly),
she designs clothes (allegedly),
she dates girls,
she fights girls,
and she’s a natural redhead…
Lindsay Lohan is so wrong (on so many levels) and yet so right (on so many levels)…
Not just a pretty face and a criminal record, she also apparently cares deeply about politics, offering in 2008 to be a spokesperson for Barack Obama in his presidential campaign…
And, for some bizarre reason, Obama said no.
I would never say no to Lindsay.
Who knows why I love her so deeply?
For all the reasons listed above, and for a million others I couldn’t even begin to explain.
I guess I have this feeling that deep down, just like me, she would love pina coladas and long walks on the beach.
(Maybe she would love pina coladas a little bit more than long walks on the beach.)
Her past wouldn’t bother me… even her love of women really wouldn’t worry me at all (I’m an open-minded fella, after all).
