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Celebrity Doppelgangers And Me
They say everyone has a doppelganger, you know, a person somewhere that looks just like you. They also apparently say that there’s a celebrity doppelganger for each of us.
I’ve had one for decades. No, let’s correct that. I’ve been assigned one for decades. I’m not sure why. I’ll chalk it up to the human need to categorize us.
Ever since the movie Beetlejuice came out in 1988, I’ve been compared to Geena Davis. I’ve been told I look like her. I’ve been told we’re identical.
The first time I heard it was at my high school safe grad (that’s a drug and alcohol-free all-night party for the graduating class complete with a river cruise, food, dancing, bowling, swimming and a pancake breakfast). Anyway, this kid in my Political Science class, we’ll call him James, had a crush on me and always told me I looked “spiffy.”
I did not look spiffy. I tried to look decent with the Bargain Harold’s and Zeller’s clothes my parents could afford. Oh and the big boon, the Sears Catalogue wear I was lucky enough to get for Christmas because my father had that one credit card.
I managed to make it work. Poverty will do that for you. Anyway, back to the story. James, who never had a shot, not because there was anything wrong with him, but because I…
