Until Janeane Garofolo made it big, no one ever told me I reminded them of anyone, famous or otherwise. I was just me, in all my outspoken, opinionated, gorgeous glory. But now I'm "Hey, you remind me of Janeane Garofolo" in all my outspoken, opinionated, gorgeous glory.
Certainly, she's not a bad person to be compared to. We look somewhat alike (dark hair, full lips, not thin). We're both loud. She's close to my age -- 2 yrs. and 9 months younger (actually only two days younger than my brother Reid), so in reality people should be telling Janeane that she reminds them of me.
We generally share political perspectives (why don't I have my own show on Air America?). Those who know me know I certainly could have said either of the following:
"Iraq is a manufactured conflict for the sake of geopolitical dominance in the area."
"I guess I just prefer to see the dark side of things. The glass is always half empty. And cracked. And I just cut my lip on it. And chipped a tooth."
Given all of this, how can you tell us apart?
1. Salaries: she wins.
2. Fame: she wins.
3. Height: I win.
4. Bust size: I win.
5. Overall hotness: Well, I'm a bigger babe, but she can get you into the best clubs and pay for your lobster. You choose.