I know that Oprah Winfrey has officially trademarked the concept of the ‘Aha Moment' - and no, that doesn't mean she bursts into a rendition of Take On Me whenever she gets near an Ikea. And anyway, Aha are Norweigan and Ikea is Swedish... Look, the point is, I'm having an ‘A-Sothatswhyshesapsycho' moment in the wake of all those  taped phone messages Michael Lohan's been releasing to the total humiliation of his eldest daughter.

What stands out the most from these invasions of privacy so huge that even Stalin would have balked at leaking ‘em, is not Dina's "she's cutting herself" or "she was dating Heath Ledger when he died" (and can't you just hear Mary-Kate Olsen's sigh of relief over that tidbit?) revelations. It's actually the parts that aren't about LiLo, but focus on Dina and Michael, that are the most petrifying.

"I know that [something bad's] going to happen," Dina says on one of the tapes whilst, I like to imagine, rocking Krystle Carrington shoulderpads and Liz Taylor White Diamonds-era hair - such is the soap opera-like drama Dina cannot seem to exist without. Before telling Michael, "I will feel it's all your fault, that's how I will feel. It's not about me."

But Michael ‘good parenting are dirty words' Lohan doesn't take that lying down, firing back, "I will feel like it's everyone else's fault."

And there you have it, the ‘A-Sothatswhyshesapsycho' moment.

Which makes me wonder that, considering the major handicap of that zero responsibility-taking gene pool she comes from, if we shouldn't y'know, award Lindsay a Nobel Prize or something?