Lindsay Lohan is gracing the cover of Harper's Bazaar once again, and this time she's opening up about her oh so passionate love affair with Samantha Ronson. Well, of course, being Ms. Sassy, I have to sound off. Her bisexual tendencies aren't convincing me or anyone else, from what I can tell, that she's fully bounced back from the stuff that landed her ass in rehab last year. Half the time she looks like she rolled out of a bed in a coke-head induced stupor, pulled on some leggings and a top, remembered to grab her cigs but totally forgot to put on a bra, and drags her and her skanky looking extensions out into public to be followed around by the paps to make sure we all remember that she isn't dead, and that her foray into lesbianism makes her cool and gives her a sense of depth that she was lacking before. While she seems reluctant to really talk about being a lesbian, she has no problem showing us.

Lindsay better hope her movie Labor Pains is a big indie hit, because her 15 minutes is fading fast and in about 2 more seconds her relationship with Sam Ronson will not be enough to keep anyone's attention.