For us plebians, it might not take much for us to admit we have a problem. Perhaps we miss work because we drink too much, or our grades drop, or our friends just pull us aside and say, “You’re face is covered in crack.” But for celebrities, admitting you have a problem just isn’t that easy. Take Lindsay Lohan for example. It wasn’t until January 5th that her friends and family finally planned an intervention to deal with her substance abuse problems. Why did they finally break down and confront her?

Well, she partied hard at Hollywood’s Les Deux less than 24 hours after having her appendix removed. Last time I checked, appendix+cocaine/alcohol/opiates/dead baby blood (or whatever else Lohan does (I wouldn’t rule out baby blood just yet-the girl looks like the walking dead)= no good. Lohan checked into Wonderland Center addiction-treatment facility last week and has been sending text messages to all her friends saying she’s never been happier. I’m sure anyone would be happy with a full spa, yoga instructors and beauty consultants to help them through addiction.

Fuck up in Hollywood and you get to hang out in Wonderland, fuck up anywhere else and the closest you might get is spending your withdrawl listening to Jefferson Airplane’s White Rabbit on repeat in a motel bathtub.