People Who Say I Look Like Someone Else

You know what I hate? People who say I look like someone else.

In my early 20's when I had longer hair, people used to say I looked like actor Jeff Goldblum, a goofy-looking guy and movie star, to be sure, but at least he was married to mega hot-babe, Geena Davis. I guess I didn't mind that one so much - at least people were looking. 

But  - for the past 10 years, after putting on some weight and cutting the long hair, I frequently have people coming up to me and telling me I look like someone else - movie star, comedian and deceased, Rodney Dangerfield.

Right. I look like a dead, white, 72-year-old, stocky, Jewish comedian. I tell ya, I get no respect. No respect at all.

People says it's either my eyes (I have wacky screwed up, bulgy eyes? No!) or it's my mannerism (what, am I always shaking my leg and tugging at my shirt collar? No!). Regardless of why, it ticks me off.

What gives people the right to say stuff like that to me? Do I invite ridicule? No! Perhaps if I was told I looked similar to pretty-boy Brad Pitt, I wouldn't take such offense, but Rappin' Rodney?  

I'm not saying people are right or wrong in their assessment of my looks and collar tugging - I'm just asking what ever happened to people minding their own damn business? Do people say whatever is on their damn mind, regardless of the consequences? My blogs, not withstanding, of course.

I don't go out of my way to tell people they look like someone else. I'm Andrew, dammit. I look like friggin' Andrew! What gives complete strangers the right to come up to me and tell me that I look like someone else? Nothing does. Boundaries, people. Boundaries. Remember, if you can't say something nice about a specific person, say nothing at all.

You know what I hate?  

People... well, yes, people, but specifically people who say I look like someone else.