When I was a television news writer, back in my early twenties, one of the morning-side producers posed a question to our entire department. He asked, "Which actor or actress would play your character, if a movie were made about our department, or your life?"
Not that it was brain science, but it was something to which I had never really given much thought.
In the past, people would say, "You know, you look like Elaine from Seinfeld." But I had never really believed she was a good 'celebrity' fit. Personality-wise, perhaps. I was quirky like Julia Louis-Dreyfus, had the dark, curly hair and petite frame. And I did have Elaine's dance moves. Still, in my mind, it was not quite right.
Another one I'd get was, "You look like Andie McDowell...when she was younger."
Flattering, yes, but still something was missing.
A few months later, during a random night out with a co-worker and her college friends, we ended up at a bar in Manhattan called, Pravda. It felt like a throwback to the former Soviet Union, or 'Mother Russia,' with velvet couches and chairs, dim lighting and endless vodka choices on the menu. The night is still very clear to me, because it was the first time I learned who my celebrity doppelganger really was... and is.
What came next was probably an attempt at a pick-up line, from a guy, who as it turns out was spot-on. Actually, it was more of a direct statement. He said, "You look like Madeline Stowe, from the movie Robin Hood." I smiled and thanked him. (While flattered, no the line did not work).
The next day in the newsroom, I Googled: 'Madeline Stowe,' and practically fell over when the photographs came up on the screen. Now, it's one thing to look like someone else, or even resemble them. But it becomes an entirely different experience when you look at a photograph of someone else, to whom you are not related, and you see yourself looking back; a bizarre feeling.
From that moment forward, Madeline Stowe would be my answer. She was also completely gorgeous, and who doesn't want to believe they look THAT good.
Just this afternoon, standing in our company break room/cafeteria, a woman from another department did a double-take and said, "You know who you look like?"
With confidence, I answered, "Madeline Stowe."
She said, "Actually, you look like the women, the one who plays the drug dealer, from the last episode of Breaking Bad." I looked at her blankly, as I am about five seasons behind, only having seen a couple of episodes from the already Cult-classic television drama.
I have no idea what this Breaking Bad actress looks like, but think I'm going to stick with Madeline as my celebrity look-alike.
So if you decide to make the Hollywood story of my life, go ahead and give Lady Marion the leading role. But don't be disappointed when she turns down the job, 'cause it don't pay much... and I'm pretty sure she's never heard of me.
Not that it was brain science, but it was something to which I had never really given much thought.
In the past, people would say, "You know, you look like Elaine from Seinfeld." But I had never really believed she was a good 'celebrity' fit. Personality-wise, perhaps. I was quirky like Julia Louis-Dreyfus, had the dark, curly hair and petite frame. And I did have Elaine's dance moves. Still, in my mind, it was not quite right.
Another one I'd get was, "You look like Andie McDowell...when she was younger."
Flattering, yes, but still something was missing.
A few months later, during a random night out with a co-worker and her college friends, we ended up at a bar in Manhattan called, Pravda. It felt like a throwback to the former Soviet Union, or 'Mother Russia,' with velvet couches and chairs, dim lighting and endless vodka choices on the menu. The night is still very clear to me, because it was the first time I learned who my celebrity doppelganger really was... and is.
What came next was probably an attempt at a pick-up line, from a guy, who as it turns out was spot-on. Actually, it was more of a direct statement. He said, "You look like Madeline Stowe, from the movie Robin Hood." I smiled and thanked him. (While flattered, no the line did not work).
The next day in the newsroom, I Googled: 'Madeline Stowe,' and practically fell over when the photographs came up on the screen. Now, it's one thing to look like someone else, or even resemble them. But it becomes an entirely different experience when you look at a photograph of someone else, to whom you are not related, and you see yourself looking back; a bizarre feeling.
From that moment forward, Madeline Stowe would be my answer. She was also completely gorgeous, and who doesn't want to believe they look THAT good.
Just this afternoon, standing in our company break room/cafeteria, a woman from another department did a double-take and said, "You know who you look like?"
With confidence, I answered, "Madeline Stowe."
She said, "Actually, you look like the women, the one who plays the drug dealer, from the last episode of Breaking Bad." I looked at her blankly, as I am about five seasons behind, only having seen a couple of episodes from the already Cult-classic television drama.
I have no idea what this Breaking Bad actress looks like, but think I'm going to stick with Madeline as my celebrity look-alike.
So if you decide to make the Hollywood story of my life, go ahead and give Lady Marion the leading role. But don't be disappointed when she turns down the job, 'cause it don't pay much... and I'm pretty sure she's never heard of me.