My sister and I were talking about doppelgangers yesterday. Her husband looks like Vince Gill, the lead singer of Rascal Flatts, and a lost Baldwin brother. He is the ultimate celebrity look-a-like.
She then told me that her husband thinks that I look like Bethenny Frankel.
Other than the facts that I am not a New Yorker, have very little Jewish blood, and don't drink skinny girl cocktails, I'd say that we have everything in common. (where are those = = wit equalizers?)
Alan has told me on numerous occasions that he thinks I look like Mariah Carey. Oh, and by the way, he really doesn't like Mariah Carey. This celebrity comparison baffles me. Plus, my lighting will never be as good as hers. I have been known to use the elliptical machine in my stilettos, though. Maybe that was it.
In high school, one of my nicknames was Ozzir, because it was Rizzo backwards. Don't try to understand the psyches of a group of teenage girls. I was there and I still can't explain it. I looked more like the 30-year-old Stockard Channing from Grease when I was 17.
And then the obvious one. I mean, this one just screams out "Ahhnna's long lost twin" at you: Rebecca Gayheart. I've actually heard this one twice and can I just say that it's just cruel. I mean, c'mon people, let's get real. If I looked like that, I wouldn't be writing this blog. You know what I'm sayin'?
So, thanks but no thanks. The doppelganger game makes me feel awkward. Unless you are comparing me to the one you were thinking I look like all along.
Oh, you think so? Yeah, I get that a lot.