I do not say that she is my doppelgänger. Other people say so. (Actually, they say I am HER doppelgänger, but I am more important to me than she is, so I say she is MINE.) When I am out and about in public, doing errands, going to a doctor's appointment, eating, shopping, at least every week or two, someone approaches me and I know what is coming.
You look just like Blythe Danner.
I don't know what I am supposed to do with that information. Apply to be her stunt double? I don't think she does stunts so she probably doesn't need one. Maybe take over parenting Gwyneth Paltrow? No thanks. I like my own kids a whole lot better.
Also, I DO NOT LOOK like Blythe Danner. I promise you that.
I always say: It's the hair. We have the same hair.
Although hers is grayer. Mine has mysteriously stayed its original color.
This past week, though, my protestations backfired on me. The nurse at a medical office said: You look like someone famous, but I can't think of her name.
I sighed and replied: Blythe Danner. I hear that all of the time. It's the hair. We have the same hair.
She said that I shouldn't mind being told about the resemblance because Blythe Danner is pretty. Then she proceeded to ask the questions she is supposed to ask a patient. At one point she stared really intently at me and I was impressed. Wow, I thought, she is really concentrating on my answers.
But then she announced: You're right. It's the hair. You really don't look anything like her.
So I guess that means she took back the pretty part.