I want the full fash treatment.

A wash, cream rinse, and a lot of that wiggly stuff you do with your fingers.

Abergadabra, baby.

Well, I mean, it's not funny.

But I mean, it does beg the question, what has gone wrong with young Hollywood?

Honest to God, what is the problem?

Yeah. Yeah. honest to God, what is the problem? Hello and welcome.

Hello and welcome to season two of Lay Do You Remember This, a podcast where we look back on all the stories from Hollywood's best, worst decade, the early 2000s, a time in history when America found out

that with a trust fund, a sex tape, and a dream, you too could become a star.

I'm your host Darla Lane with a new episode. We begin our story today

in 2013. They say pop culture died in 2009, but this story has all the trappings of an early

2000's tabloid banger. Lindsay Lohan, check. A quarter of the cast of that 70s show, check. Someone

leaking personal details of a celebrity's sex life to page six, check and check and check. In fact,

this story leaked a little tidbit about 31 celebrity sex lives. The best part of it all? We were living

in a pre-Trump America where we had the bandwidth to absorb and fully relish in the gossip.

We were nestled between the wing and bosom of a bald eagle with the head of Barack Obama.

This is what with the head of Barack Obama. God bless America.

This is what Daddy Bird Barack wanted for us.

He wanted to put us to bed in a comfy nest made of hair extensions and us weekly paper shreds,

while visions of low hands danced in our heads.

Could we ever imagine that six years later, we'd all know the names of three different White House communications directors, yet Lindsay Lohan attempting to kidnap Syrian refugee children on Instagram live barely was a blip on the radar. God, even Lindsay's criminal escapades

have become somewhat political. But back to 2013, we had hope, we had change, We had Lindsay Loham's fucklist.

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