If Lindsay Lohan wants to drink, snort and recklessly drive her life down the toilet, I really don't give a good goddamn. That's her choice. Lots of people care about the starlet's troubled trajectory, but I'm not one of them. While I'd personally prefer it if she stayed off the road while in the throes of her partying, beyond that, I couldn't possibly care less. Why people pay attention to her (let alone celebrate her penchant of irresponsibly idiocy) is entirely beyond me. But, y'know, to each their own.
That all said, if Lohan doesn't stop shaming my beloved Iron Maiden in this fashion, I shall summon a fatwa against her that makes Salman Rushdie's predicament seem like a garden party.