Is Yahoo censoring hot gossip about its Hollywood ex-boss's family? Page Six and other LA gossip rags tell us Lindsay Lohan's lastest BFF with benefits might be none other than Courtenay Semel. That's right, former Yahoo topper Terry Semel's daughter. Reportedly, the pair were seen together at a housewarming party with LA "power lesbian" Jeanette Longoria.
The newly sober (keep hitting "refresh" for updates) former actress Lindsay Lohan is in collusion with the paps, alleges the NY Daily News' Gatecrasher column. Pics of the starlet (should that word be amended to simply "let"?) en route to a recording studio are being flogged to the tabs for 30 Gs. The problem? The one other than Lindsay Lohan being back in a recording studio? It's a set-up:
You've perhaps caught wind by now of news that Lindsay Lohan has emerged from her post-rehab media-blackout cocoon in the most unlikely of places: A phoned-in interview to Las Vegas radio show Mark and Mercedes in the Morning, who were offering a pair of Hannah Montana concert tickets to anyone who could convince a celebrity to call them. (Lohan obliged for a friend's kids, apparently having used up her last favors with Ticketmaster the time she demanded a block of 4000 seats to a Stevie Nicks concert, and failed to show up.)
· If anyone knows where we can pimp our gas-guzzling ride with the words "Clean Energy" along the sides in massive blue letters, we're all ears. We hear it's foolproof horny-starlet-bait. [via TMZ]
· Congratulations to Lindsay Lohan, whose first post-rehab gig appears to be selling $5 Polaroids of herself to tourists with the rest of the Chinese Theater Justice League!
· Is it a coincidence that on the day reports emerge that #1 Yahoo search topic Britney Spears failed to show up to her "Piece of Me" video shoot, MTV and Jive Records announce their Make Your Own 'Piece of Me' Video Contest? Wethinks not.
· We defy you to resist these photos of injured hedgehogs with brightly colored scrunchie casts.
· It's the first night of Hanukkah. Has linking to Adam Sandler's "The Hanukkah Song" become a cliché? Yes. Yes it has. Do we care? No. No we don't.
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Trailing the troubled starlet jail-time land speed record set by Nicole Richie in August of this year by two minutes, Lindsay Lohan checked in and out of the the Century Regional Detention Facility in Lynwood this morning in a still-respectable 84 minutes, after being denied parole at the 37-minute mark. By the time the broken actress was retrieved mid-push-up from her solitary confinement cell, its walls covered in bundles of striked-out scratches counting down the long minutes to her release, any remnants of the Lindsay we knew were all but drained from her once vibrant, if glassy, eyes. We've included the notorious cokepant-wearing Denalijacker's mugshot, in which she looks suspiciously full-lipped and tan for someone on the inside; then again, it's amazing what you can accomplish by bribing a guard to punch your in the mouth and bathing in smuggled orange Kool-Aid.
What with the bleak, suspended state of things these days, the time seems right for Film Threat's annual Frigid 50 list, celebrating 2007's "coldest people in Hollywood." Some of their choices might surprise you—particularly the top spots, occupied by President George W. Bush at #1 (easy swipes in Transformers and Michael Moore's oeuvre make him "as much a cinema celebrity as the next despotic tyrant,") and Angelina Jolie at #2, for whom they prescribe "adopting an American kid and making movies that people want to see."
On Saturday night and deep into Sunday morning, the Brooklyn Academy of Music was filled with bedraggled, bedreadlocked and bewitched Brooklynites, drunk on bohemia and Bud Lite. They were there to pay homage to perhaps the greatest actress of our day: Lindsay Lohan, a woman who not only embodies that particular craft but is the freckled and flawed mascot of our time. Laurel Ptak and I were there too.
If you're not feeling the 2007-era Michael Jackson/Teri Hatcher vibe, may we guide you to American Apparel's A Hollywood Halloween, featuring costume ideas like Flashdance's iconic stripper/welder and the Scooby Doo crew, achievable using nothing more than the ubiquitous boutiques' multicolored basics.
In learning to live without the little narcotic helpers that had landed her in rehab an impressive three times before her 22nd birthday during her prolonged stay at Cirque Lodge, Lindsay Lohan was encouraged to seek out different, potentially less self-destructive ways to temporarily blunt the pain and alienation that comes with worldwide celebrity. According to the ex-fiancee of the fellow addict with whom Lohan most closely bonded at the facility, the troubled actress made great strides in her recovery by availing herself of Cirque's innovative Fucking in Stairwells Therapy:
Back in July, DJ Samantha Ronson filed a defamation suit against folks who said she'd placed coke in Lindsay Lohan's car. (For those just tuning in, Lindsay Lohan is a rising young starlet and a staple of wholesome Disney films.) Blogger Perez ("Mario Lavandeira") Hilton's posting said that Ronson "planted drugs that were found in Lohan's car after it crashed into a tree in Beverly Hills on May 26, and that she set up her friend to be photographed while under the influence of alcohol," according to AP. For a defamation claim, she must prove somehow that he acted with malice. Says Perez's attorney: "If Ms. Ronson is attempting to get some sort of relief in court and to show that Mario Lavandeira had any malice, I think she's going to a hardware store for milk. It's just not going to happen." Where did they find this guy? Ms. Ronson also stated that she has never "handled" cocaine.
With its relaxing ocean vistas and its proximity to the area with highest density of well-monied, famous fuck-ups addicts on the planet, it's unsurprising that Malibu has become such a popular location for absurdly expensive drug rehabilitation centers, whose recent concentration in the welcoming beachside community provides a staggering variety of convenient drying-out options for out-of-control celebrities who've just driven their luxury automobiles into the Pacific following all-night benders. Today's LAT has taken a closer look at Malibu's impressive line-up of detox resorts, but discovers that some patients unhappy with their results claim that the some of the celebrity-studded rehab centers have unfair no-refund and pro-starfucking policies:
