Lindsay, Lindsay, Lindsay
December 7th, 2004You had me at hello.
What married, single, or otherwise gay man in his mid-twenties (give or take a few extra years) didn’t fall in love with you instantly in Mean Girls.
You were special. You were so like nothing else.
Now you’re lip-syncing your heart out (or not?) on morning shows like so many other lesser teen sensations… Hilary Duff… or shudder to think, Ashlee Simpson. I guess your kind of allure wasn’t meant to last. And this thirty-one year old married man simply can’t watch TRL under any circumstance, so I’m afraid for me the ride stops here. But we’ll always have the memories.
(Please keep reading with a sardonic overtone.)
Seriously, though, the crossover from acting to singing is such a terribly botched procedure these days. Kinda makes me want to see Jessica Simpson do a movie just so I can decide which is worse.