I love good writing. I stand in awe of it. I aspire to acquire. Here's a great blog entry from the Guardian regarding Lindsay Lohan's most recent foray into humanitarian ventures - a trip to India to film a documentary with the BBC3 on human trafficking. I know what you're all thinking. Huh? Lindsay Lohan and the BBC in the same sentence? Lindsay Lohan and humanitarian efforts in the same sentence? I know.
Apparently, the BBC3 is the ghetto version of the BBC. At least that's the impression I'm getting from this blog post. So that could explain why they've chosen to pursue a venture with loopy Lohan. How else could this make sense?
Best quote ever: "her (Lindsay's) Twitter feed - live from India - has the flavour of a lobotomised captain's log." Those Brits and their feisty wit - LOVE it. If you don't want to read the whole post, be sure to check out the four questions at the very end - they're gold.
Lindsay tries, and fails. Spectacularly. She is a girl steeped in delusions of grandeur which makes her all the more tragic, if in a very comical fashion. I mean, let's face it, no one takes Lindsay seriously. At least, not anymore. Is this really the person who should be using her celebrity, or should I say, notoriety, to draw attention to a legitimately serious problem such as human trafficking?
It's bad enough the French fashion house Ungaro hired Lindsay as a style consultant. But this? No. Fashion disasters can be fixed or laughed at. Human trafficking, however, deserves better than Lindsay.