But Newsweek takes the cake this week, giving its cover over to Britney Spears and Paris Hilton and a typical "the cultural sky is falling article." Honestly, though, I couldn't make it past the first couple paragraphs of the ridiculous, whiny essay. Observe:
My 6-year-old daughter loves Lindsay Lohan. Loves, loves, loves her. She loves Lindsay's hair; she loves Lindsay's freckles. She's seen "The Parent Trap" at least 10 times. I sometimes catch her humming the movie's theme song, Nat King Cole's "Love." She likes "Herbie Fully Loaded" and now we're cycling through "Freaky Friday." So when my daughter spotted a photo of Lindsay in the New York Post at the breakfast table not long ago, she was psyched. "That's Lindsay Lohan," she said proudly. "What's she doing?"If the author, Kathleen Deveny were really all that concerned with what her 6-year-old is exposed to, why is she reading The New York Post at the breakfast table?
I couldn't tell her, of course. I didn't want to explain that Lindsay, who, like Paris Hilton and Britney Spears, sometimes parties pantyless, was taking pole-dancing lessons to prepare for a movie role...
Stay tuned for my upcoming Esquire article where I complain about how naked women are a bad influence on my sons, who have been reading Playboy over my shoulder in the living room.