Just as getting excited about products bearing your name, mentioning celebrity lookalikes (and dreams–that goes without saying–though I will say that after taking a new blood pressure medication that knocks me out at night and makes me sleep so hard I can barely get out of bed, I've been having crazy vivid dreams. I also continue to periodically have those dreams where you need to pee and can't find anywhere to go or get any privacy once or if you find a bathroom, which apparently means that I'm repressing emotions) are boring for anyone else but the teller. But that has not stopped me before.
The thing about "you look like" tales is that they not only never look like you, they don't really resemble each other either. The only common theme I can determine with mine over the years is that they are white women with brown hair. I'll check in a minute, but there must be some service or app or something that merges faces together, right? (Dear lord, there's this. Human-pet hybrids?)I should combine every single person I've been compared to that I can think of offhand: Nena, Brooke Shields, Joyce DeWitt, Liza Minelli, Tori Spelling, Carnie Wilson, Tyne Daly, Rose McGowan, Linda Evangelista…and that was it until the past few months when I got two new ones.
I was interviewing a young, female restaurateur around Christmas and she told me I looked like Linda Ronstadt. What? I didn't ask what era.
At Costco a few weeks ago with a friend, the cashier asked, "Do you know who you look like?" I didn't think she was talking to me at first. Then I braced myself for one of the above names.
"Do you watch Two and a Half Men?
"Sometimes?" Not really, but it's easier to go along and the only woman that came to mind is that one who always seems to be in the kitchen when I'm flipping channels.
"You look like Rose."
Ok, I do not even lightly resemble her, and I actually did know who she meant despite not really watching the show because it's Melanie Lynskey, whom I was just talking about recently. She is also in Hello I Must Be Going, which recently premiered at Sundance and apparently is about a 35-year-old (middle-aged to many and yet reviews refer to her character as "young") divorcee who moves back in her parents and starts humping a teenager. This movie was clearly tailor-made for me.
I am very much loving the trend toward grown woman losers/fuck-ups in film. Young Adult, for one, obviously. I finally watched Bridesmaids the other night, which I've been irrationally resistant to, and while yes, it had funny moments, I didn't realize that it was also a downer movie with a down-on-her-luck protagonist. I'm curious about Return with Linda Cardellini from Freaks and Geeks as an alcoholic National Guard reservist (is that what you call them?). And I mean curious in that I want to see it, not curious as in that vague way interesting gets used.
Hello, now I must be going. I'm heading to New Orleans for the next five days just because. Not that I'm one who needs to update on updating schedules. Everything here is sporadic at best anymore.