Identity theft

Wha?

John Robertson sent me a link to this story today, thinking that it was, in fact, me being interviewed for this story, but I had given a false name (and age, but thank you for the compliment that I could pass for 22!). Oh no. It wasn't me. I imagine I was about 20 people back and good thing too. As Mike pointed out if she and I had come face to face the universe would have imploded.

My first reaction to reading about this girl, who appears to be me five years ago, was that I must hunt her down and give her a good what for, since she has clearly been pulling a fantastic Single White Female on me. Indeed I was all revved up to let my inner bitch run around the yard for awhile, but apparently "I'm better than that." Really, I'm not.

Okay I am. Part of me does think it's pretty cool that there are girls younger than me making some of the same choices and expressing what's meaningful to them in the same way. Sure I expressed myself that way nine years ago, but it's still just as meaningful to me today.

I guess it's just eerie and I suppose kind of cool. I hope that it's important to her like it is to me and that she feels proud of it, like I do. What I do know, is if she's my younger doppelganger, she's got some big shoes to fill, some great times ahead with some lessons to learn and she'd be smart to stick with that devastatingly attractive Czech guy.

Today's sing-along song: "Another Girl's Paradise" by Tori Amos

HRH