Dear Lindsay -
What the hell is wrong with you?
No, Seriously.
What is wrong with you?! Did you not see this coming?
I want to feel badly for you, I honestly do. I can’t imagine it’s easy being a young star in Hollywood, when you have fame and time and money and everything you could possibly ever want to own. That combination of factors is a breeding ground for wild behavior. I get that. We all saw when you started smoking and drinking and dating men too far your senior and dealing with your crazy ass family. Heck, we probably all saw when you first started doing hard drugs, too. There were whispers here and there and you went from looking happy and fresh-faced to haggard and worn.
And then there was the car crash. That car crash, so long ago, changed everything for you. The car crash when the cops found the coke. The car crash that resulted in a lawsuit and myriad court hearings and jail time and rehab.
But let’s back up to this summer, shall we? You had a mandatory court date here in the U.S., but you were off partying in Cannes. YOU MISSED YOUR FLIGHT. If I missed my mandatory court date because I was fooling around in Cannes you can bet that my ass would be thrown into jail. No questions asked and it wouldn’t matter how much I paid my lawyer to keep me out – judges aren’t that lenient to normal people.
But it doesn’t end there.
Pictures appear of you sitting on a floor with coke on the table right in front of you. And you denied that it was yours. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt here and accept your story that it wasn’t yours. But answer me this – with a huge court date coming up that at least in part involves former cocaine use, why are you sitting in a room where someone – ANYONE - is doing coke?
When you finally made it back to the states you painted “F*** U” on your finger nails and cried before the judge.
I thought “FINALLY!” when Judge Marsha Revel had the cajones to put you in jail and then ordered mandatory rehab to boot. Not because I dislike you, Lindsay, but because I was excited and hopeful that you would finally receive the help that you need. Judge Revel wasn’t afraid to throw the book at you, and I applauded her for that.
But then, of course, you came skipping out weeks early because the jails in L.A. are overcrowded and your doctors determined you didn’t actually have an addiction. {I’m still puzzling over that one.}
I’ll give you this – you looked healthier. And happier. Your friends swore that the partying days were behind you.
Fast forward to last weekend and the news that you failed a drug test. For cocaine.
I don’t think anyone was surprised, though I do think this is one of the first tests you have publicly failed for drugs. You kept denying the coke use before, but finally the proof came to light.
I’ll tell you what, Lindsay. I was disappointed. I AM disappointed.
What happened to the girl above? The girl that had the world at her feet. The girl that people were comparing to a young Ann Margret?
What happened to the Lindsay Lohan that was going to conquer the acting world and keep her head on straight?
What happened to the Lindsay Lohan that was one of the top teen actresses in Hollywood, and who graced the cover of Vanity Fair not because of her sex appeal or notoriety, but because of her t-a-l-e-n-t?
Come on, Lindsay. Snap out of this foolishness. You’re getting too old to play stupid or to blame your problems on your friends or family. It’s time to grow up, take responsibility for your own actions, and move on.
Use your latest stint in jail to learn how to say “no” to temptation. Use your latest stint in jail to think about completing rehab and getting better, and not just convincing the doctors that you’re not addicted to anything.
Get clean. Start fresh. Get your career back.
Move on.
We’re all rooting for you.
Sincerely,
Lisa
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