I worked in an office where People was delivered weekly without fail, and I dedicated one lunch break a week to reading that rag from front to back in 20 minutes or less and being up to date on all things celebrities.
But not any more. I have no time for people who aren't really real. I mean, most pictures you see of them are airbrushed for goodness sake. Sure, they might be pictured going to Starbucks and yoga class, but I guarantee you, their lives are not "normal". And they all have bizarre names for their children.
This will all be relevant in a minute.
Saturday night, when my power came back on after 54 hours in the cold and dark in the middle of a snow and ice storm, we were watching MoneyBall, with the heat cranked. In case you aren't familiar with it
I wasn't too enthusiastic to watch. Hubs is ALL about the baseball movies, and yes, there have been some good ones, but meh, I wasn't feeling it.
Maybe because I've never been a Brad Pitt fan
Finally - the point of my story:
So we're watching Moneyball, which turned out to be a great movie, in which Brad (we're on a first name basis like that) did a great job. But I'm watching and this thought is just nagging my brain. Nag, nag, nag. Finally, after one particularly doppelganger scene, I make Hubs pause the movie.
"You know who he looks like?" I ask.
"Who?" Hubs says irritably, wanting to get back to the movie.
"I don't even want to say it out loud. It's like blasphemy. But as he ages, he is looking more and more like Robert Redford. I can't believe I said it out loud. I don't want them to be compared." Please note - I said it as if I was the first person in the world to notice this.
Now before you all go, "Duh!", let's go back to what I wrote in the beginning. I am not up on my celebrity gossip. I had no idea that there are full websites dedicated to the fact that these two are thought to resemble each other. I REALLY don't give Brad that much thought.
But Robert Redford? Him, I love. I don't care how old he is, I don't want to sleep with him. The man is pure class. Pure, rugged handsome. Pure natural aging, and he wears his wrinkles well. I have nothing but respect for him. So if there's some awful story about him that will burst my bubble, DON'T tell me!
It's their coloring, the shape of their faces, the natural aging without shooting up every wrinkle with collagen and botox. I see the resemblance.
Brad is good. Really, he's a damn good actor.
But Robert Redford is... well, he's one of a kind.
*This is the year that Redford's new movie, The Company You Keep comes out. We sold my son's Boston Red Sox hat to the set decoration department. Robert Redford might have touched my son's hat!