Anna and Her Baby

Anna Nicole Smith died! I couldn't believe it when I was told Thursday at work by a manger that has a habit of making jokes. Not necessarily jokes about death, but you get my meaning. It came as a total shock that she was dead after losing her son and giving birth to her daughter just five months prior.

Even more shocking and telling, just hours before her death, Rosie O'Donnell decided to rant about Anna Nicole Smith on The View saying,

"If I have to see Anna Nicole Smith one more time on television, one more time, that woman and her paternity tests and she can hardly even speak now. She can't even speak. It's a tragedy all around. Her son died. She has this little baby. There's obviously some kind of medication or substance involved."

Rosie O'Donnell has a keen sense of tragedy that she can anticipate when it would least benefit her career to go off on a tangent. Honestly, whom can she possibly defame and kill next?

Above that, the question of who is the father of her five-month-old daughter, Dannielynn. Is it Howard K. Stern, Larry Birkhead or Prince Frederick von Anhalt (aka Zsa Zsa Gabor's husband)? Whoever it may be, that is going to be one rich daddy.

There are tons of questions that still need answering. I can't wait to see how this modern-day Marilyn Monroe mystery unfolds.

Just Lindsay's Luck

There was a movie that I've wanted to see for a while now, but I never thought there would be an opportunity for me to watch it. The movie is called Just My Luck starring the ever popular and doped up queen of bulimia, Lindsay Lohan. Lindsay plays Ashley, the luckiest woman on the planet, that is until she meets the unluckiest man, Jake. They kiss on the dance floor and swap more than just spit; they swap luck. Now Jake who was unsuccessfully trying to get a record producer to listen to the band he represents, immediately makes them superstars. All the while Ashley finds herself living with her friends and eating scraps off other people’s plates.

My friend Kim was taking the movie home and I commented that I wanted to see it. She asked if I wanted to borrow it and I of course said yes. The movie was charming and I enjoyed it, however it was extremely formulaic. Formulaic in the sense that it borrows aspects from a thousand different formulaic movies. It had a little, Freaky Friday, Spiceworld and then your generic romantic comedy.

My relationship with Lindsay Lohan is interesting. It wasn't until I saw her host the 2004 MTV Movie Awards that I began liking her. I continued to enjoy Lindsay in Mean Girls, after which her stock plummeted when she became a causality of her own fame. The drugs, the drama, the bulimia. The whole episode of her life was just too much for me to care about that I and everyone else immediately made her a punch line. Yet, even though she is trying to get her life back together, I still don't think she is going to live down her shenanigans.