I will tell you, I have blogged about my doppelgänger before, back when I had my private blog, but have recently had a few of those readers encourage me to share this story with you all as well. I’d thought about sharing it before, considering it’s terrifyingly hilarious, and finally found the courage to do it today. So here we go.
We all know what a doppelgänger is, yes? It’s basically someone who other people think you look just like. It’s like your twin… from anotha motha. (That doesn’t sound as good when you say it that way.) I’ve had some pretty awesome(ly hilarious) doppelgängers over the years…. of course, these aren’t people that I necessarily think I look like but have just heard from others over and over and over again that I look just like these people. So let me take you back, fill you in, and break it down for ya.
In high school (when I had a fuller face), I heard these two constantly.
Jewel, Julia Stiles
Then in college, right at the start of my professional modeling days and when I was most definitely too skinny for my own good, I mainly heard Nicole Kidman & Cameron Diaz – which is funny to me because 1.) I don’t think these people look anything alike and, 2.) I don’t see it. Like, at all. (My friend just corrected me and said it’s not that I looked like Cameron but that I acted crazy like her. Good to know.)
But the weirdness didn’t stop there… in my adult life so far, I have heard (more times than I’d like to admit) that I look like a younger version of this gal:
So basically I go from being hot like Jewel and classy like Nicole Kidman to DIANE SAWYER. Is this what 30 does for you?? I mean this one threw me. Like really threw me. In my defense, I did start hearing it the minute I cut my hair short, and then was paranoid that instead of what I thought was a cute cut, that maybe it was really a “mom cut.” (You know the one. Katherine Heigl mom hair.)
BUT – the story does not end there, no. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse…. last year at my corporate job’s 20th anniversary party, I heard a new one that made the Diane Sawyer doppelgänger feel like a dream. Here’s how the conversation went down:
Client: “Oh my gosh, I’ve figured out who you look like!” Me: “What?” Client: “Yes, who you look like. I’ve been trying to figure it out all evening. You look exactly like her.” Me: “Okay, let’s hear it. I’ve had a few over the years.” Client: “Glenn Close. Totally Glenn Close.” Me: “….. …… ………… so, basically I look like a man. That’s what you’re saying.” Client: “No! I’m talking about Glenn Close in her early days. You know, like Fatal Attraction days.”
…. because that makes it better, right?! I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it at all the rest of the night. (I THOUGHT ABOUT IT THE REST OF THE NIGHT.) Like, seriously freaking out about it. To the point where when I was laying in bed later that night, I could not stop looking at pictures of her and saying to X, “SERIOUSLY??!” to which he would respond,” Em. You do NOT look like her.” to which I continued to say, “It’s my nose, isn’t it. My nose makes me look like Glenn Close.”
Completely traumatizing. The good news is that I did find out this particular client had had a few too many drinks at our party (surely THAT explains it) so I felt a little better. But only kind of better. Because really all this meant was that in this person’s drunken state, I still resembled Glenn Close.