No more bony chestplateOh, how the mighty have fallen. Mischa Barton was at the top of the A-List last year. This year she'll have to rely on her parents to keep her out of jail. Her movie roles were less than stellar by all reports, and only her dogs want to hang out with her these days. It's no wonder she turned to drugs for solace - no friends, no sex, the only steady job was her Keds endorsement deal, which will either run out or be quietly terminated any minute now.
Desperate for cash, Mischa had every intention of keeping her hosting gig this weekend at Cathouse's grand opening in Vegas. Luckily for her career, her management team is considerably more on the ball, and they quickly dissuaded her from any public appearances where drunken revelry might take place. Frankly, I'm surprised they haven't checked her into a rehab yet, but maybe her lawyers are still negotiating with the DA's office. Mischa's definitely ripe for a little detox downtime. It's not like she's got anything else to do with her time, and it could lead to a career resurgence.
