I go away for a year fully expecting Mischa Barton's cellulite to be cured, but no! It's still there. But now, thanks to some very kind paparazzo, she's finally aware of it. Which means she has to deny it by BLAMING THE PHOTOGRAPHER. OK, honey. I know it's tempting. I mean, I secretly blame my dad, my mom and my boyfriend for making me look fat in certain photographs of me, but to make a statement that someone deliberately Photoshopped cellulite onto your thighs in a picture is, well ... paranoid. Or desperate.
