Having been in the public eye as a performer since I was quite young, I am used to being mistaken for someone else. It is just part of the whole performance gig, the phrase "You know you kind of look like so-and-so" comes up often. I pity the noun impaired because a nice specific name there would clear up whether I am getting a compliment or a b-slap. Usually I take these things as I think they are intended and most get blown off.  Because I have been reclusive of late since I have been busy, this rumor started that I was desparate and scalping  tickets to make ends meet. This is total crap.

This first photo on the right is me from a recent photoshoot. Notice the long auburn hair (naturally occuring) and the appropriate coutoure for summer wear in public.While I have had my "less than glamour moments" (as pointed out by other jealous women), I have never dressed as badly as the less than chic chick pictured below my photo (where she belongs).

Hello, as if!

First off the sunglasses are über-tacky, and I would never wear that skirt. Skankwear is not my thing and has never been my thing. Her hair is a fake strawberry-orange blonde, note my flowing tresses are AUBURN and that floral  hair thang?  NO way!  The Mickey Mouse Skull earrings are too gauche to even be funny. And the only thing this chick has gonig for her the boots, but they have FUR at the top—an utter abominatiion on such a fine design. Do love the soles.  As for the T-shirt even though I approve of the message, and it mimics a shirt I do own, I never wear anything with wording unless it a quote from my own work. She is a poseur and anybody who thought she looked like me is giving me one of those b-slap comments. MEOW to you, too, whoever you are. Let's leave it there since (a) I am a secure person and (b) I don't give a rat's ass in the long run.  Just remember, whoever you are, payback is a beotch.

So remember, top photo is me and GOOD. Bottom photo is NOT me and BAD, BAD, BAD!  Capeche?

Special thanks to my good friends, Robert Hinton for bringing this travesty fo my attention and to C.W. Prather for vowing to go on a hunt to find the whoever and smack them down.