everyone's favorite mean girl

She's baaaack. And she's in trouble. Still.

Lindsay Lohan failed a recent drug test, presumably for cocaine. A warrant has been issued for her arrest and she will probably be back in jail for another 30 days. The judge will likely revoke her ability to leave the state of California, thus impeding her ability to film her current projects. In short, her career is shriveling.

Part of me wants to blame the judge who reduced her sentence in the first place and thought it would fix her. She served 13 days in jail and 23 days in rehab. The original sentence was 90 days each.

Part of me wants her to be an adult and deal with the consequences. Part of me just pities her. I mean, you probably wouldn't have become the contributing adult you are if you'd had a childhood like hers.

Friends say: Oh, aren't you glad that wasn't you?

I always reply: "It would never have been me."

Not that I'm better than Lindsay. If I had faced similar pressures, temptations, and paparazzi alone, who's to know? I could have ended up exactly where she is today. It's not that I'm special.

I just know that my family would never have let that happen to me. They wouldn't have allowed me to grow up too fast. Plus, I never could have done the films Lindsay did - I didn't look anything like those Mean Girls when I was 17!

Besides, if I had a criminal history and struggled with addiction, my family would definitely not have approved of this:

That's Linds, partying it up after she got out of jail & rehab. Coincidentally, it's the same night she failed her drug test. I mean, if it had been me, I'd have been interventioned a long time ago.

I'm not a Lindsay-hater by any means. A Lindsay-pitier, maybe. But also just grateful for Tony, Audrey, and Jake who keep me grounded.

when my childhood resurfaces

This is the face of a woman who has just hit rock bottom.

For her sake, I hope this is the worst it gets.

In case you live in a cave, or don't own a TV, or don't regularly follow the court proceedings of Los Angeles, let me fill you in: Lindsay Lohan was just sentenced to 90 days in prison for probation-related offenses. Her rap sheet includes numerous car accidents, drunk driving, and drug abuse.

The Lindsay Lohan pictured above is a stranger to me. This is the Lindsay Lohan I knew, the one I remember:


My relationship with Lindsay was certainly strange. It was weighted down with all the implications of childhood, and acting, and growing up too fast. We first met during the screen testing process for Parent Trap (see above).

I suppose I saw her as some kind of novelty. I'd never met an 11-year-old who could demand money from her parents and actually get it.

After screen testing in June, Lindsay was cast as the dual lead, and I called her at her home in Long Island to congratulate her. She began filming that summer, and I caught up with her in September for my filming segment.

I suppose I saw her then as someone already bewitched by Hollywood. She didn't interact with me except on camera. She had her own set teacher, her own trailer, her own schedule. I wasn't jealous. I just didn't know who she was; maybe I hadn't ever.

My family and I followed Lindsay on her road to stardom, and back down again. With every TMZ report, every news feature, every Google image hit, I've hoped that Lindsay would take stock of her life before she ran out of options.

Methinks the next 90 days will be time enough for stock-taking.

In the meantime, I'll remember better days. And pray she finds what she's looking for.