Lindsay Lohan warned Ashley Olsen to “get away” from her “girlfriend” — celebrity DJ Samantha Ronson — on Friday night, the New York Post’s Page Six gossip column reported.

First my crush on Joan Jett is crushed, now this. Dammit, what’s a fella to do?

OK, not like I personally ever had a chance of a horizontal - or even vertical encounter - with Lindsay, but this could cause a serious disruption of any man’s fantasy life (or, could theoretically enhance it, should the proper visual confirmations make their way onto the interweb).

There’s something more important to news like this: there’s more important, actual, news. The economy, the presidential campaign, the war. A media blitz of every aspect of these chick’s (Lohan, Hilton, Spears, etc., et al) lives is fluff. In the big scheme of things it DOESN’T EFFING MATTER! Still these types of stories seem to rise to the top, and undermine the stuff we should really be concerned with.

That said, I’m not at all opposed to seeing the “intimate” pictorial evidence of Ms. Lohan’s conversion.