Back to P.H.: Then there’s her straight-to-DVDisasters Bottom’s Up and Pledge This!, which barely inspired ironic viewing. Now, in all my days of patrolling the H-town alleys, I still cannot comprehend how questionable actors and singers—and those who pretend to be both—keep getting cast in lead roles or release studio albums when their past efforts are giant failed flops. Case in point: Lindsay's making another album? Who bought, or will admit to buying, the first two Lohan albums? Are these people in the same eight-year-old/pedophile demographic buying up li'l Ali’s Lohan Holiday Christmas CD? LiLo’s first album, Speak, opened at number four on the charts with 261,000 copies. Not too shabby, but these are hardly numbers to justify her second album release, A Little More Personal (and A Whole Lot More Mediocre), which peaked at—gulp—number 20 with 82,000 copies. Lindsay’s had more success in rehab, fer sure.
Why aren’t these grabbin’ gals sticking to what got ‘em to become household names in the first place? Don’t punish the world with your smoker’s-cough singing, Linds. Find a good part in a great film, already. Not to mention a better 12-step sponsor. As for Paris, unless Hottie spectacularly surprises—and it might—she should stick to the merchandising and the porn (is there a difference, really?). That’s where all the real money is, not like she needs any more of it.
But this par-tick story concerns something slightly more mundane in a famous person’s annoying tasks at hand. Our divine source at Saks Fifth Avenue—Beverly Hills, darlings—snits to us that Jessica Simpson has her very own employee who tries on swimsuits for her. And that’s the full job description right there. Why? ‘Cause Jessy still has Newlyweds money to burn, and she can’t be bothered, apparently. She’s too busy hawing hair extensions and tackling Tony to find the time to even shop for herself anymore. (Now, if only Winona Ryder had the same arrangement at Saks, her notorious shoplifting life might be far diff right about now.)