"Has anyone ever told you you look like Alanis Morisette?" A dad I had just met at a neighborhood back yard party inquired this afternoon.
Huh. Now, mirthful as this may seem, I actually have been told 4-5 times over the course of my lifetime that I reminded someone of Julia Roberts.
I think it's just about the number of teeth we show when we smile. Truly.
I thought about telling this dad (who, by the way, said this in an entirely appropriate manner, after lengthy chatting about sundry topics) that he sort of reminded me of Sacha Baron Cohen.
Then I thought, would that be considered insulting somehow? Mr. Cohen isn't exactly famous for his dashing looks. And when I told my next door neighbor that he resembled a certain very talented-but-not-handsome actor whose last name rhymes with "Shmemerson," he was crushed and started going to the gym. (More or less.) But what if I told some dad, who wasn't the father of my own children, that he looked like, I don't know, Brad Pitt? Wouldn't that just be way, way, over the line?
Sometimes I just wish I could be three again. Life is so simple. You have a thought. It proceeds out through your mouth. People think you're charming. The end.