People often tell me that I remind them of someone – I seem to have one of those faces – and every so often, that someone is a celebrity. I’ve been the doppelganger of everyone from Sigourney Weaver (which I totally don’t see) to Marissa Tomei (I wish). But my best (and by that I mean worst) celebrity twin by far has been Monica Lewinsky.
This was during the height of Monica-gate and Clinton’s concubine and I shared big hair and teeth (fortunately, this was before she really beefed up…it could’ve been a lot worse). I went to a formal event once and had people doing double takes all night. After that I cut my hair to escape the comparisons and – no joke – the next day, Miss BJ showed up on Barbara Walters with my new hairstyle. All I can say is, thank god the 90’s are over.
My husband has been faux-recognized a few times as well. During the Toronto International Film Festival a few years ago, some girls came up to us in Yorkville convinced he was John Cusack. What he’d be doing slumming in Toronto with that Lewinsky broad is beyond me.
The most enduring comparison my husband has received is Ben Affleck (for the record, my husband has better lips). We were in Central Park years ago when JLo was filming that movie about the maid. My husband was certain that Ms. Lopez was bombarding him with a variety of come-hither looks. A few days later, news broke of her burgeoning romance with Mr. Good Will Hunting and Bennifer was born. My husband is convinced to this day that JLo took up with Ben only because she couldn’t have the Serbian stallion.
I can’t pinpoint exactly why, but lately my son has been reminding me of the kid who played Tom Hanks’ son in Sleepless In Seattle.
It’s a combination of those adorable brown eyes and crazy head of hair. Plus, he’s been begging to fly to my parents’ house by himself since he was six-years-old.
My daughter? That’s easy:
Audacious. Hilarious. Ready to party.