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March 25, 2003 11:49 PM
You know, I loved Tracy's story a while back about how someone told her she looked just like Britney Spears. She immediately felt flattered, but when she told friends about it, they were a little less positive. The question arose: Is being compared to Britney Spears good, bad, or a little of both? It's been a while since anyone has compared me to a celebrity. But for a period of time in the early nineties, it happened a lot. And it didn't usually feel flattering. I used to be skinnier. My complexion was a little paler, my hair darker. My cheeks would bulge out a certain way when I smiled. And sometimes I would let my hair get pretty long. (Not, like, down to my shoulders . . . but sometimes down to my collar.) Shopping in used record stores, the clerks would say I looked like But then I wondered . . . is Beck really that good looking? Or is he more like one of those famous people who's known for NOT being good looking? I guess it depends upon which picture you look at and your personal taste. But I started to get paranoid. Were they making fun of me by calling me "Beck"? Were they saying I looked awkward and maladjusted? That I was a Loser, Baby? Then came a longer phase where people said I looked like Mike Myers. And then when Austin Powers came out, I was actually offered paying gigs to impersonate Austin Powers for corporate functions and stuff. (I didn't take any of them, but they were offered.) Again, I initially felt flattered. Because, you know, Mike Myers is famous. And Austin Powers was a cultural phenomenon. But then, again came the paranoia. Mike Myers is famous because he's a freak. And are people really laughing WITH Austin Powers, or AT him? Are my teeth that bad? Ultimately, I guess I'm glad to just look like myself. It doesn't pay to measure yourself against anyone else. Because if you look hard enough, you'll always find something wrong. |
bran
March 26, 2003 08:45 PM for a period of time, i was told by a variety of people that i looked like that chick from the Cranberries. Dolores? v. odd. what was even stranger was that as my hair changed, hers changed similarly, and i could never escape the curse of Dolores O'Riordan. i never quite knew how to take it, either. i mean, she's not exactly ugly, but she's a little bit of a freak (in my mind), and her screeching voice makes me want to eat nails for breakfast and do horrible things to myself. so i guess i feel your pain? |
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