I was on the open mic for tonight’s flim night a longer post will follow but for those interested here are my poems sculpted from interviews with Lindsay Lohan and her speech. links to the original interviews included.
I’m not a girl, not yet a woman
She has pulled in $67 million at the box office with ther new movie Mean Girls, finished her first pop CD and, as she insists, not had a boob job. Gill Pringle meets Lindsay Lohan, the new teen queen of Hollywood
To be in a position where you’re always going to be compared I lay out in the sun under an umbrella. I fell asleep I was covered but the sun shifted and it started hitting me. So when I woke up I could barely move. I got second degree burns on my stomach and legs and first degree burns on my face. I was hysterical – crying and bawling, I was on the phone crying: “I need you, Mom! I’m 17 years old. My mother would never let me. I’d be deathly afraid, and it’s unnecessary… but I’m glad people think I have a nice chest. People dramatise every little thing I do,friends read about me calling and being, like, OK, I know this isn’t true, but I just have to ask… ,’Umm, gotta go,’ No! I’m not dating anyone everybody’s taken or too old. I prefer 24-year-old guys and that’s not legal.
- Mean Girls is released on 18 June
The Observer’s faces of 2014
I needed to grow up It was such a diligent thing, ritualistic, It’s been hard for me to adjust. I didn’t know what to do apart from go out every night, that’s when it became difficult. I can go for a run here on my own, my friends in New York would still be up partying. The first time I have ever been on a vacation by myself. I just wandered about on my own! I turned off my phone. It was so extraordinarily freeing for me. Like another life out there. Friends tell me shit I don’t want to hear. I don’t even know all the stuff that is going on in the world right now and this gossip is the news? I haven’t heard myself mentioned on TV since I have been here. No way was I going to miss a show. I was sitting there beforehand seeing spots in front of my eyes. I had a plan: if I felt sick on stage I was going to faint, play dead, pretend it was part of the script. On a film set there have been times when I really hated it, just wanted to stop and be home. I should have done that. I got used to meeting people who would seem genuine but often they would have other intentions.