Remember the guy who touched my hair? I’m affectionately referring to him as Stalker Dude over on the twittah. Anyway, things are going along as usual. Stalker Dude is definitely getting more comfortable making chit chat with me, as expected considering he was comfortable touching me. He still brings me my mail and stops by just to say hi and eavesdrop on my conversations. Oh! We are both from the Midwest! What a coincidence! *eyeroll*
The other day Stalker Dude stopped by and noticed a picture on my desk (yes, I keep personal mementos on my desk). It was the picture of me, CaliSlim and Rehab at the wedding last fall. He said something to the effect of, “oh, I knew you were Beyonce!” After I finished rolling my eyes back to the front of my head I replied a curt “not hardly” and pretended to be busy doing something else.
Then I had a flashback…
It was the early 80s. Vanessa Williams had just been crowned Miss America, but had yet to be dethroned by scandal. I was about 8 or 9 and a student at my all-white elementary school. It was standardized testing week and I was bent over my test paper probably realizing I didn’t have a future in anything remotely academically challenging, when the principal came over and whispered something in my ear.
I think you look just like Vanessa Williams.
Now, I’m sure she thought she was giving me the greatest compliment in the world, but I was really offended. You see, I might not have been able to do word problems for shit, but I was smart enough to know that me and Vanessa Williams beared no resemblence whatsoever. Especially considering I was, like, 8, and she was a grown woman!
I remember not liking the Principal after that. I always thought (though not in these words) that she was full of shit. I mean, I get that it was the early 80s and small town Ohio and so she probably didn’t have a frame of reference. So the first attractive Black woman she knew made her think we could bond. I dunno, but what I do know is we didn’t look alike. At all.
Have you ever been told you look like someone when you know you do not? Do you find that it happens more with people of a different race?