Freaky Fug

Here's the thing. We here at Go Fug Yourself love Lindsay Lohan. We loved her when she was adorable little twins in The Parent Trap, we loved her perfect, regular-sized ass and pretty pretty hair in Mean Girls,  and we loved her Crazy, Boobtastic, Fez-Dating, Exhaustion-Having, Acting-Out phase. We especially love the mean notes she Sidekicked to Paris about Jessica Simpson doing blow, or making fun of Ashlee Simpson, and we really loved the snarky "god bless" sign offs to said Sidekickery.  Sure, she's got family issues, but don't you kind of want to go to Sephora with her to try on sparkly eye-makeup, and then you guys would hit the local dive bar, where you'd both end up getting really wasted on Long Island iced teas and accidentally vomit on someone's plate of chicken wings before stumbling outside to sit on the sidewalk and just laugh and laugh before noticing, seriously, that the pavement is really comfortable and why don't we just lie down? And then you'd call each other the next morning, all hung over and wondering where you left your bra and oh my God, I hope I didn't leave it in the bar, no, wait here it is, I just left it on the sofa. And then one of you would pad over to the other's apartment with a cardboard box of greasy tacos and you'd watch Center Stage and moan for the rest of the day. Wouldn't that be fun? We love her!

We don't really love this outfit, though.

I feel like it would be okay if she hadn't worn that terrible, terrible hat. Or the gauchos. Gauchos are hardly ever okay. Unless, of course, you are a Gaucho. But in that case, you would probably not be wearing the aforementioned Strange, Shiny Bowler hat. It's really all just a little too Jazz Hands for me.