Many moons ago, I worked with a moderately famous girl. Let’s call her Emmy Rosebutt. Emmy Rosebutt was not the nicest person to us mere mortals working for the illustrious theatre company. She was a royal brat in many ways. But she was also having career issues. She was young, pretty, and kept getting beat out for the really great roles, which I suppose could make anyone into a little bee.
On more than one occasion, she loudly declared that Lindsay Lohan was stealing all of her rolls, because Lindsay was in the tabloids and was doing dirty things to someone’s cousin. (more…)