So Lindsay Lohan is out of jail after serving 13 of her 90 day sentence.
Hmmm… She is out of prison and has been whisked away to a three month rehab program. Her FOURTH rehab program. Reports are that the 24 year old is battling booze, cocaine and prescription drugs.
To reiterate: she is only 24 years old. The poor baby. What demons she must have.
When I worked in the music industry I got a small (very, very small) glimpse of how celebrities existed. They are surrounded by a bubble of “yes men” who sit around all day and tell them how brilliant and funny and oh-so-right they are. Even when they aren’t brilliant, or funny or oh-so-right. I remember the absurdity of it all. Like, being asked to research reputable tattoo parlors for a 12 year old or expected to buy illegal drugs. I wrapped gifts and fed dogs and imported special hot dogs and made bikini waxing appointments. And I wasn’t even a personal assistant. I was the PR rep. It was just expected that you did whatever someone asked you to do whenever they asked you to do it.
How can you have a normal, grounded, level-headed existence if your every whim is catered to no matter how ridiculous? Especially if you are a child who is never given a firm NO? Who will help you when you are searching for meaning in your life? Real, true meaning?
Lindsay’s story to me represents the sad existence of a youth gone wild. A child whose creativity wasn’t harnessed. A child whose mother wanted to be a “friend” rather than an authority figure. A mother who got sucked up into the fame of it all.
Such a shame.