As a current resident of NYC what what, I tend to agree with the decisions that my semi-hometown (okay fine, Montclair what what) makes, what with the hot dogs and the angst and the cynicism and the pizza. However, NY Magazine recently reported that a new club will be opening in the city. Excuse me, a new fashion-themed club. Named Runway. And it has a runway in it. There are several things wrong with this picture, namely the fact that our very own Lindsay Lohan is reported to be the host of the club’s opening party. If you’ve ever met me or Stephen, you know our love for LiLo is pretty unshakable. Except when she makes bad decisions like associating herself with this lameass club that hasn’t even opened and when she agrees to host a club opening when she’s s’posed to be, you know, sober.

This is almost as bad as that time when she agreed to do the GQ cover interview via text messages. Although I blame GQ entirely for that because it was their very obvious ploy to turn the world against Lindsay. Seriously, I thought you were a credible magazine or something–try interviewing your subjects. Like actually doing it, not with completely abbreved text messages to someone who gets at least 2305325 a day. Ugh. Where was I? Oh, right, this is not the best idea on Lindsay’s part but then again, neither were all the drugs, booze and supposed celesbianism so you know, whatever.

Sidenote: Dear Lindsay, it’s me, Livvy. I know you can sometimes have like pretty cute fashion sense and everything but for the LOG, please never wear this hat ever again. Jesus loves you. Thank you.

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