'Frequent bathroom breaks' with subsequent mood changes don't bode well, unless she has IBS or something.

Meanwhile, Lindsey Lohan was arrested on suspicion of drunk driving, and they apparently found cocaine on her.

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Wasn't she supposedly wearing some kind of monitoring bracelet?

A liquor-monitoring bracelet, which would be why she was doing the coke?

Wasn't she supposedly wearing some kind of monitoring bracelet?

Haven't you been keeping up, Dana? This item ran in the NYP last week:

Which hard-partying starlet has figured out a way to get high while wearing an alcohol-monitoring anklet?

Let us now praise editors

They may be invisible and their art unsung. But in the age of blogging, editors are needed more than ever.

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Early in my editing career I was startled when, after we had finished an edit, a crusty, hard-bitten culture writer, a woman at least twice my age, told me, "That was great -- better than sex!"

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If learning how to be edited is a form of growing up, much of the blogosphere still seems to be in adolescence, loudly affirming its identity and raging against authority. But teenagers eventually realize that authority is not as tyrannical and unhip as they once thought. It's edited prose, with its points sharpened by another, that will ultimately stand the test of time. There is a place for mayfly commentary, which buzzes about and dies in a day. But we don't want to get to the point where the mayflies and mosquitoes are so thick that we can't breathe or think.

Haven't you been keeping up, Dana? This item ran in the NYP last week

Ah, I did miss that. It's so hard to keep up with these hard-partying starlets!

Wasn't she supposedly wearing some kind of monitoring bracelet?

I know people who continue to drink and drive even with a court-ordered breathalyzer in their cars. Well, I obviously don't associate with them anymore, so the dudes could be back in the pokey for all I know.

I'm running out of coffee. This isn't good. This isn't good at all.

Ah, I did miss that. It's so hard to keep up with these hard-partying starlets!

We just need to force them to all wear GPS-bracelets, and then we can track them on Google Maps in real-time.

Maybe with little icons that change color depending on how inebriated they are. And flash different colors if they drive drunk, get arrested or get into an accident.

Let us now praise editors

Wrod. Working with Deena on my story was not quite as soul-gouging as I expected. She had good points, she saw writing habits I have that don't necessarily need encouraged, and when we disagreed we were able to come up with workable solutions.

But working with an editor on something book length must be an almost uncomfortably intimate thing.

I've also worked with writers who have reacted to my gentle suggestion that one of their precious, ungrammatical commas might perhaps be removed as if I'd insisted that Maria Callas perform "Yummy, Yummy, Yummy" as the final aria in Bellini's "Norma."

Snerk