On The Ethics Of Laughing At Lindsay Lohan

Lindsay Lohan has been arrested...again. For hitting someone with her car...again. Was she drunk and or high? Probably. Two days ago in New York the 26 year-old, (who looks like a 47 year-old), star of Just My Luck and Freaky Friday hit a chef named Jose Rodriguez with her car. Then she did what any normal person would do when you hit a pedestrian and drove away. So, of course they arrested her. None of this is really news. Or is even all that interesting. My main thought was, "This ho-bag is driving around my city? Better stay off the streets." As a former philosophy minor, it did get me thinking about the ethics of laughing at Lindsay Lohan.

She's a tragic figure, if you think about it. Here is a girl who was going to be the next big thing that just exploded like an Gremlin in a microwave. She has been plagued by drugs, rehab, cancelled films, arrests, etc. If she wasn't rich she would just be like one of the tragic methheads that hang out by the 7-11 off of I-10. I'll make stupid doll-puppet shows making fun of topless Kate Middleton all day long. At the end of the day, she is a beautiful, glamorous, seemingly happy, future queen of England. She could use a good dressing down. But making jokes about Lohan is like laughing at a three-legged puppy or a dying old person. I think that's why even the jaded press here in New York said, "Oh, well", about Lohan's latest arrest. It's the way we humans deal with daily kinds of tragedy. Every day we see homeless people, crime, and poverty and we shrug our shoulders and try not to think about it so that we don't break into tears everyday. Lohan has become the kind of tragedy that we are blase about.