Christina Ricci has my face

“Hey, you look like that chick from Casper,” is a sentence I’ve been hearing all of my life.

In case you have no idea what I mean, here (so not my pic, you can tell.)

Look more familiar, right?

In fact, doing press for Addams Family Values, my grandmother thought it was me doing the interview for a moment.

It was the big eyes, the long brunette hair, the sullen-in-repose face I had that was just really the weight of my cheeks pulling down the sides of my face.

Well, since I have no pictures on this computer of young Miss not-yet-Wonder we will skip all that and go on to  the more recent.

I was one of those who actually went to see Speed Racer in the theatre, and even though I was not mesmerized by the movie, I loved Trixie’s hair. So much that I went and showed a picture to my hair guy and voila, new hairdo.

Christina Ricci as Trixie (Speed Racer screenshot I found)

 And me before I was pregnant with Wonder Boy… (forgive the serious look, taking a profile shot.)

 Here is Christina now (girl is smoking, not doing any good to my post-baby belly chub, flab and general hot mess to compare myself to her.)

And me now (if you haven’t read my peacock hair post, go do it.) Alas, no good pictures to go from. My eyes are big in real life, just hiding behind chubby cheeks when I smile.

Dear Christina Ricci,

you need peacock-colored hair…

The other options section (because I have a couple)

My waist-length hair and bangs I had all the way to college made me look like from Monica McKeller (Winnie Cooper) from the TV show The Wonder Years. But again, no younger pics from then on this computer. But I really looked like her too… enough someone tried to ask for an autograph.

But that’s another story.

Also, Cameron Diaz and Michelle Pfeiffer, who needs no picture as her beauty will shatter my blog.

 Michelle Pfeiffer? I wish! It was a guy at Six Flags magic Mountain and was probably just trying to get laid. As I stood next to my boyfriend who was winning a stuffed animal for me. The one that I married.

Still, complimentary.