hank goodness Lindsay Lohan finally left re-hab. Those of us here here at Blog from the Future Past wish her nothing but the best, considering the high rate of relapse among celebrities.
Pop culture psycho-analista Gabriella Stompanazzi of Heiny Magazine claims that rehabilitation is inevitably doomed to fail in the case of young celebrities, since they were never habilitated in the first place. They have no normalcy to fall back on.
There could be something to that.
Britney Spears was a star in her teens, but unfortunately has always been too trailer-trashy to love. And no one seemed to mind when spoiled brat Paris Hilton got sent to the can. There was even a public outcry from those salivating at the thought of Paris getting held down and butched while in the slammer.
Lindsay Lohan, however, is different.
We first fell in love with her precocious pubescence in the remake of Parent Trap, later on after she got boobs starring with everyone's favorite VW, the loveable Herbie, for God's sake.
She's like our little sister who gets drunk and does the entire basketball team in the Boy's locker-room, or causes a fatal accident after huffing nitrous from a can of Redi-Whip while driving.
We can forgive and forget because we remember how cute she was, with that red hair, the freckles and the huge chipmunk chompers.