Fug or Fab (or Feh): Lindsay Lohan

So, it seems that LiLo’s leggings line is actually happening. I swear to God, I thought the whole thing was a joke. I am going to continue to believe that, actually, if only to save my own already fragile sanity. But at least she’s stopped showing up places wearing them ALL THE TIME:

I don’t hate the top, I love the shoes, I am amused that her jeans are as leggings-esque as possible, and I am not going to talk about the tan, the blonde Dina hair, or the so-1998 “Lindsay” charm necklace. Maybe she’s just wearing that because she’s really stoked about the Sex and the City movie, and tomorrow we’ll see her out and about with a giant flower pinned to her label and a tutu skirt, making out with a picture of Chris Noth. She looks… fine. I guess. I don’t know. I’m in that place with Lindsay where I am psychologically conditioned to care but kind of don’t anymore. I think they call that closure.