Behold! The tabs used to track Hollywood eating disorders far more regularly. Now they're all about god damn babies. In the spirit of the olden days, and also to deflect some scrutiny from poor Jessica Simpson (lady can't catch a break!--and, by the way, I remember reading that when she was at her "Daisy Duke weight" she was working out 4 hours a day, 7 days a week, consuming fewer than a 1000 calories ... woof), we're going to put a couple of broads on suicide watch.
That genius of stage and screen Lindsay Morgan Lohan seemed like a new womyn in 2008 with her hot girlfriend and relative sobriety, but that relative sobriety/nuevo-lesbianism has clearly dovetailed into some kind of raw vegan bullshit unhealthy "healthfulness" (this is the brand newest strain of bony disease).
And that dumpster-person Mischa Barton (who makes movies in The Soviet Union?) was just photographed in Paris marked with all of the signs of the classic (c. 2005) style of disease, the "my stylist sells me meth and unemployment has driven me to the party-for-pay circuit' strain.
Now I'm not above it. Lord knows I need to get on board one of these sickness trains bound for New Pants, but I'm somehow more interested in what this gentlewoman is (not)eating.
2 comments:
that picture of linds is epic
still with knockers! how does she do it?
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