Lindsay can go and fall off the face of this earth, she is completely useless to society. The only thing she ever contributed was her nasty face and loose vagina.

Her nasty freckled body makes me puke in my mouth.

i think its good she is trying to save her life and u never know if anything is really true this days or that there just trying ti get attation but what ever i hope it all works out for her and i wish her the very best!

LINDSAY LOHAN IS A SKANK. MOTHERS SERIOUSLY SHOULD NOT ENCOURAGE THEIR CHILDREN TO GO INTO BUSINESS BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS, ESPECIALLY IF YOUR A STUPID bleep bleep...HER MOM IS AN UGLIER SKANK. GEEZ...SHE'S THE ONE WHO NEEDS SERIOUS HELP. LINDSAY LOHAN WILL DIE SOON (OF EITHER SUICIDE, DEPRESSION OR AN "ACCIDENT") JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER ALCOHOLIC, DEVIL-MINDED CELEBRITIES. THAT GOES FOR BRITNEY SPEARS TOO. SHE'S ALREADY LOST ALL HER BRAIN CELLS. DO US A FAVOR AND TAKE YOUR PATHETIC, WASTED LIFE AND GO SOMEWHERE ELSE, PREFERRABLY NOT ON EARTH - NO ONE IS GOING TO MISS YOU EXCEPT THE MALE POPULATION, YOU bleep.

OR BETTER YET, DITCH YOUR ANNOYING bleep MOTHER. SOMEONE NEEDS TO PUNCH HER PLASTIC FACE AND KNOCK SOME SENSE INTO HER.

bleep...WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER LITTLE SISTER TOO??! OBV. THE RESULT OF bleepED-UP PARENTING. That entire family will end up in one place...and it ain't a happy one.

I HATE LL SHE IS A SLUT AND A WANABE PARIS I HATE PARIS SHE IS A SLUT TOO.

Lindsey i know you dont want anyone in this but your way to pretty to mess your life up i know what you are going threw mah mom has been threw it and went to rehab but sometimes it dont help cuz it did not help her she is still on the drugs and i dont really like it i should hate her for what she has done to me and mah brother but i cant idk why but i have to much love for her she is like mah best friend when she is ot on anything all mah life i went threw this well from when i was 11 and now im 16 i took care of mah lil brother for three years i still would be but we moved in with mah grandma when my mom went to rehab and i thank her so much mah grandma is the best person ever i love her so much and if it was not for her i would still be taking care of my brother and i would still not have a life and i cant cant ever get my child hood back its gone for good but what im trying to say your herting your self but for more of the part your herting our friends and family when you started out your were so great and you still are you are like one of mah favorit singers your great just help your self it will change alot beleave me.. always DaNii

LL is Boring.... I dont feel sorry for her at all

her hat is by lolanewyork.com

Never did I think I would ever comment on what a public figure said, particularly someone related to a celebrity, because by definition, most celebrities are deliberately provocative, sarcastic, political, ironic, or downright humorous. But what Lindsay Lohan's mom said in reaction to her daughter's going into rehab is the most DANGEROUSLY DELUSIONAL response I have ever heard in my life (and I have been following pop culture for over 30 years!!!). It is not only Lindsay who needs help but much much more her mother who should be taken far far away from every human being for a while and taught common sense and logic (if that is possible). In her world, it is okay to go ahead and party until you drop dead, but if you seek treatment on the way to doing that, well that's just fine and dandy. too, ao all the world's fine all the time. She gave me chills. Get her out of society!!!!!!!

Calm down, now, angry mob. Witch burnings aren't even kosher in Hollywood except for the shopping day just after Thanksgiving in prime number years in which the Flying Spaghetti Monster pursues a comet in the the eerie light of a blue moon in a sleepy town in Maine. So put down your pitchforks and torches for a bit. Lindsey Lohan's life is hers to live, not yours, not mine, and damn sure not the mighty, anonymous Spectatorcus to deliver some brilliantly insipid Orwellian Hallmark Card catch-phrase such as "Regime Change -- As Always, Bringing Freedom Through The Barrel Of A Gun." celebrity-endorsed for your feralidation. She alone possesses her will to live her own life to the extant to which she can emotio-physically cope with the perpetual see-saw of hope and fear while empirically discerning the values of her certainties, comforts, and opportunities in a Hollywood that blinds out eyes of the naive as surely as it dreads the heart of the sensitive. Celebrity is not just developing your parade-waves, struts, and haughty disdain for our pain. I'd guess she barely sees at all through the inky depths of transit to a change of at least consciousness from what confined boundaries of her situation and mindset necessitate. As it is, to get to who knows where, who knows who have her pretty penny in the pinch of snitch snipers, a fox-hunt's hundred hounds of autograph barkers, and a guerrilla gauntlet of fully-automatic, 35MM, Zoom-lens Launching, muzzle-flashes of the nefarious Paparazzi Death-Squads harvesting the precious photo-coca scraped off the celebrity skin to be refined into the most addictive, socially destructive drug that mankind has yet developed: scoops of glossy-grade gossip. Soon, this filthy poison will be pushed on our children (sell it skriekingly) who will surely climb into the anti-aircaft emplacements of the NCF (the Need Celebrity Front). As if your children's poisons of PRESUMED perfection (pretty, skinny, whitey, or whatever perception demographical market manipulations determine your children must want), you can watch it all unfold from the the hall of mirrors of your personal perceptions whilst your ears can still catch the echo of what fashions fashioned of you. Objective awareness is as dead as the dodo, whole populations of people have no need for freedom ("especially that FILTHY freedom of THEM," quoth the scowling powers-that-be) and though the breaking-news flash-bang grenades have been tossed into the seat-cushions of your recliner by the skilled grenadiers of the network news you can actually breathe your way past the horror without losing your remote control. Of course, your wife, Conscience was just shot dead by the accidental twitch of a nervous snitch ducking his due regards. Being perpetually widowed, the Great Herd of Reclinersauruses roam the Vally of Values laying waste to anything like food and leaving enormous mounds of their bullbleep for us to sleep in, warmly at least. A few escape the thinning of thought that occurs quite naturally from the gangrenous effects of Reclinersaurus fecal infections, but dare they ply the locks of lusty Compassion, screams of "hedonist! whippersnapper! Unitarian! " may be the result. But most Free Range Humans are left to shuffle off into the anonymous seas of shallower hopes for a survivable nest and climbs into the cocoon of the Reclinersaurian Butterfly, considered the most dangerous of pests to the precious cash crops of dueling politicians using panic-induced legislations (or executive orders) describing in endless, endless, endless complex babbletalk expressives deliberately designed to defy definition and to perpetuate their typing like this, tring to apply OCD to you and me, using soldiers and police to lead violence while the follow the band Public Opinion & the Supremes sing The Sweet Duet Of Silence. The ticket stub of THAT concert - ceaseless shock & awe at how desolations and fear paralyze all. Regardless of how many stacked dominoes of celebrities fall prey to this cold war. Get me the bleep out. Keith T. Syverson P.S. - Breaking News - Vast pastorals of socio-psychological real-estate has be ceded over to Big Brother's Waterboarding Theme Park, The Elysian Fields of Freedom have been "collaterally redistricted" by Big Mother's Civic Management Agency, and Opportunity's Research Laboratory has been redacted of truth by Big Daddy's Defense of Offences Penting and Goners, both esteemed contributors to Big Daddy's recliner faction - the most powerful lobby in our capital, that place called our last refuge of What's Left After The Fingernail-Fashioned Pens Have Fell Silent in our instinctually obedience to the fashionably empowered.

So instead of learning from her mistakes to improve herself..she makes a choice. Do I become a better stronger person and prove them wrong, or do I become a junkie. She always takes the easy road. Too bad for her.

This girl is on the same yellow brick road of self destruction as Judy Garland and Marilyn Monroe. Her mother Dina parties just as hard as she does yet Dina now publicly says she's proud of Lindsey for going to rehab. As a mother, where was Dina when this girl was dancing on tables and getting drunk all over Hollywood and not showing up for work? When Lindsey's father gets out of prison, that entire family needs to seek therapy.

I think this girl is a real saint and no one has the right to judge her. She's suffered a lot in her life and doesn't deserve to be criticized.

See Britney this is what happens to your children when you don't watch them, they end up in rehab at 20

Ok. I read almost all of these posts and I'm just a little curious why you all talk in third person. I'm not being a "hater" or whatever, it's just a little wierd.