There’s an interesting item in the New York Post about how Debbie Harry – the 66 year-old singer of the band Blondie – was mistaken by the paparazzi outside the Mercer Hotel for Lindsay Lohan, who just turned 25.
Jesus. I feel terrible for writing that, and I do welcome Lindsay Lohan’s comeback. But must a comeback reek of charity? There’s nothing more awkward than a “hey remember me?” publicity tour when the main attraction is someone who hasn’t been away for very long—several rehab stints, multiple court dates, and two shameless and whorish parents later, Lindsay’s career is now finally back on track. But why did she immediately jump back into hosting Saturday Night Live? Why? Lindsay didn’t have a movie to promote, merely herself, and while Lohan’s A-list days may have crested and rolled back they do that for everyone, and she needs to accept that. Which is why having so much work done on her face (which has changed so much from constant partying) had her mistaken for Debbie Harry, some 40 years her senior.
Oh, Linsday. We did try. We really did. But your face, girl. Your face. It might be the constant work you’ve had done, or it could simply be the fact that you’re playing Hungry Hungry Hippos with cocaine. Your recent appearances on Jimmy Fallon and SNL were winsome yet ultimately made us wish for the days of 2006 when you were a fresh-faced young 19 year old with the world ahead of you and a face that didn’t look like a boardwalk caricature of yourself.