Not all publicity is good publicity and Lindsay Lohan has had her fair share of negative news coverage in recent years. Police are now calling her a “person of interest” after a burglary in a Hollywood Hills home earlier this month.
Lohan stayed in the house overnight with several other guests – and in the morning the home’s owner called the police, claiming that designer watches and sunglasses, totaling around $100,000 in value, were missing.
Lohan’s response? She tweeted, “All of this negative press is BS…. Whenever I’m doing great, people fabricate lies. It’s such a shame. I’m just sayin’ xo.”
Kate Leaver has some friendly advice for Lindsay….
by KATE LEAVER
I nearly collided with Lindsay Lohan on a street in LA last year. She was wearing a white skivy and cream pants – a positively demure ensemble – and her face, peppered with freckles and framed by white-blonde hair, was creased with attitude.
A sheriff’s car was parked across the road – obviously her ride for the evening. She was trailed by minders.
I narrowly avoided walking directly into her ample bosom, and despite being often quite sensible, I was stunned by the proximity of celebrity. I went silent. I was star struck, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I love Parent Trap – always have, always will.
She said “Where the f*&$ is Alex?” in such a gruff voice I nearly mistook her Robert de Niro, but how can I really be sure she didn’t say: “I’m lost. I’m vulnerable. I need an Australian best friend to give me advice on my life choices”? I can’t. I can’t be sure that her brisk push past me in pursuit of “Alex” wasn’t a plea for help.
I’ve long been troubled by her life choices – a typical child star gone wild, with a good heart – but since this encounter I feel a little responsible for her wellbeing. Is that crazy? (Don’t answer that).
We do that though, don’t we? Assume a level of intimacy with celebrities, because we’re privy to the details of their loves, lies, marriages, divorces, trashy nights out on the booze. I know I do. I regularly become attached to troubled female stars – I’m extremely emotionally invested in Britney Spears’ mental health, for instance. I wish I could tell her she’s OK, babysit her kids while she picks out her latest midriff-bearing outfit. Hell, I’d even like to give Kristen Stewart a hug.