In a celebrity world whirling with drugs and impropriety, it's refreshing to see a young, attractive pseudo-ingenue stay somewhat relevant without dabbling in weekend trips to their local rehab center (This means you, Lindsay Lohan!). But such is the case for "sorta pop star, sorta actress" Hilary Duff.
Ms. Duff has foregone rabid alcoholism, dangerous automobile accidents and flipping the bird to paparazzi in favor of doing something rather (yawn) normal. Following in her horse-faced sister's footsteps, she's taken the plunge into the almost-seedy world of mass market men's magazines. Ms. Duff graces the cover of the August issue of Maxim Magazine, and struts her stuff for a photo layout inside. Honestly, she looks darn good--although she could use a sandwich or two. But more importantly, it's nice to see a
All sarcasm aside, Hilary Duff should get a medal for choosing this venue for keeping her 15 minutes going. OK, so she's not quite as interesting to read about as Ms. Lohan (heck, I even like Lohan better--rehab or not), but she's continuing to improve her odds of not ending up buying weed in a low-end nightclub and/or being spit out the bottom of the porn industry when she's 40. Good job, Ms. Duff-- we really do mean it.
