Other interesting stories in The Washington Post:
R.I.P. Larry Hagman. Son of a Broadway legend who hit the road when he was an infant, he grew up into the most loveable TV villain of all times, and also a delightful eccentric, according to a fascinating obituary. Did you know that in his hard-drinking days, “he once poured bourbon on his cornflakes”? Or that he refused to speak aloud on Sundays? Or that he used to lead “impromptu ragtag parades [in] outlandish costumes” on Malibu Beach? What a man.
To be fair, Lindsay Lohan was hardly the only problem with “Liz & Dick,” writes Jen Chaney. The writing was terrible, and the makeup artists made no effort at aging, so her Burton “winds up looking like a long-lost older Baldwin brother who’s dating his agent’s hot niece.” But then there was Lohan, and eesh.
“They wanted to defend her, to rave about her, to say how sick they were of people talking about her hair, and then to talk about her hair, which, several men and women offered, definitely looked best in a simple chignon.”
— Stephanie McCrummen on the fervent fans of Hillary Clinton, desperately trying to divine her next move.