At the risk of giving these celebutards more coverage in the digital sphere, I had to really point out how gut wrenchingly unbearable Lindsay Lohan and her ilk have become (or maybe they were there already?). She’s gone from young actress with so much promise (see Mean Girls), the anti-Paris Hilton as it were, to becoming… dare I say it, worse. It makes me long somewhat for the actresses and hollywood starlets of yesteryear. True they had the same problems with drugs, men, money and later on, suicide, they kept their business as private as it could it be (outside of the confines of Hollywood).
The truth is that in this age of cell phone cameras, photographers hanging in trees waiting for the next celebutard to get drunk and crash into something and websites showing vagina shots of (insert actress here); I can’t help but wonder whether Marilyn Monroe would end up hiding her face half-buzzed in an SUV. Or whether a young Audrey Hepburn with her many, many, many men would flash her wares to anyone caught looking? Would Ingrid Bergman be in a sex tape that would sell on the internet?
And what about the fashion?
Would any of these women be caught wearing sweats, flip-flops and sunglasses in public? Knowing that Nicole Richie has made it ok, would they still do it to be relevant? I guess I am asking impossible questions, but you can’t help but wonder what would really happen. It was definitely a different time and maybe I long for the extravagant Chanel evening gowns with the elaborate headwear. The long cigarette stalks, the graceful heels, the sparing use of makeup all coming together for Oscar night or a walk in the park.
My whole long-winded point is, the Hollywood of yesteryear was not without it’s flaws; but for some reason, those types of shortcomings seemed more bearable. And at the end of the day, the players were still glamorous.