RIP, Gary Coleman…
Lindsay Lohan— who just faced an LA judge and who says she doesn’t belong in jail or rehab— began her career at age 3. She became a fresh-faced star at the tender age of my son, 11. Like such precocious child or teen performers as Michael Jackson and Brittany Murphy (sadly back in the news too), Lohan never had much chance for normal life or growing up.
Her first big hit was The Parent Trap. From her own accounts, due in part to hopelessly Hollywoodized parenting, she grew up in a Child-Star Trap. (Do Child Stars ever turn out halfway normal? We’d have to dial back to Shirley Temple who grew up to be a seemingly sane twotime-Ambassador for a role model on that one…)
Lately, Lindsay seems to have reached Britney Spears head-shaving levels of defiant self-destructive partying, her honey blonde hair dyed pitch black and her once angelic face aged beyond her years.
Lohan has talent to burn and was once praised by Meryl Streep as being wholly ‘alive on the screen.’ And maybe nowhere else. Again like Michael Jackson, the older but no wiser Lohan has taken on a Living Dead zombie look.
She was recently cast as porn star Linda Lovelace, a role that might allow her to channel her dark energies– if she’s not jailed before she can shoot. The LA judge has ordered random drug testing for Lohan. Hopefully she isn’t toying with the kind of lethal drug cocktails that led to Brittany Murphy’s tragic death. Murphy’s young husband was just found dead by what were deemed ‘natural causes.’ But there’s little natural about lives lived, since youth, in the celeb. spotlight. Is there a safe way out of the Child-Star Trap?
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