I have one of those faces. You know. The “has anybody ever told you that you look just like - “ kind of face. I can’t meet up with new people without someone commenting on my striking similarity to X. What’s even worse: it changes. Over time. Yes. I’m a goddamned Age Chameleon. It’s like my very own superpower. A fairly useless one, but a superpower nonetheless. Hell, even I have trouble recognizing myself in old pictures.

For some time now, people have told me I look like Quentin Tarantino. I’m not bragging, mind you. I’d be bragging if I said I directed movies, or wrote dialogs like him. Actually looking like the guy doesn’t make me beam with pride. Actually, I would deny the accusations, were it not for the fact that the resemblance is fairly obvious. The latest running joke at the office is that I was photographed with Daryl Hannah and Uma Thurman. All of my friends started passing out links to that picture. To be perfectly honest, I think I could do a lot worse.

But that’s not the end of it, just the latest installment. When I was younger, and Doogie Howser, M.D. was on TV, I used to get the “You know who you’re just identical to?” about once a week. Since I’ve never been a big Neil Patrick Harris fan, that was far more embarrasing than being compared to a hotshot Movie Director. But it was somewhat hard to deny, too, given it was true. I’ll have to get back to you on a comparison shot for this one, though, since I can’t find good Doogie Howser pictures anywhere.

After my Doogie Howser stage, I gained some weight, lost some hair, cropped it short and basically turned myself into… Kelsey Grammer (you may know him from the TV Sitcom “Frasier”). This one was just plain… weird. It was spotted by someone at a forum I posted in. I thought the claim had no merit, but after googling for pictures and arranging those side by side I couldn’t carry the argument much further.

Although I’d like to say that people confuse me all the time with Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, or Colin Farrell rather than these guys, I don’t see my current situation as a big problem. I could even have fun with it: next time I walk into a bar, I’ll tell the “dick-tar” joke from Desperado and see if I get shot. That should be fun. Or maybe I should start hitting on girls using the line “Yo, sweetie, did you like Pulp Fiction? Yeah, girl… that was me… One-huundred percent… yup…”. I wonder how many of those fake paternity lawsuits against the famous start out this way.

— sergio on October 01, 2003