these go to 11.

But I remind people of wayward, flawed, or obnoxious brunettes.  Someone once told them that I remind them of Lindsay Lohan.  A coworker told me that I remind him of Marissa Tomei’s character from The Wrestler (must be all that freelance stripping I’ve been doing at work).  I remind someone else of Anne Hathaway… from Rachel Getting Married.  Someone else thinks that I’m a dead ringer for Marilyn Manson-era Rose McGowan.  Another person saw images of Ellen Page’s pregnant “Juno.”  Goggles thinks I’m like Liz Lemon.  A high school aquaintence told me I’m a dead ringer for Glee’s Rachel Berry, but with a smaller nose.

Shut up, everyone.