Betty Boop, meet your twin!

“You know who you look like? I hope you’re not offended,” she says loud enough for everyone within earshot to hear.

Err, if you think it will offend me, then it probably will and that’s probably your intention anyway, so shoot.

“You look like Betty Boop.”

“Who?”

“Betty Boop. You know, the cartoon lady from the 70s.”

“Err, no, never heard of her, but I’ll google her.”

“What?! You’ve never heard of Betty Boop?”

Mollified, terrified and embarrassed on top of it all that I’ve never even heard of this cartoon lady whom everyone else obviously had, I slink away.

“HaHa, I’ve thought that so many times,” she says to the others who by now gathered around and found it all terribly funny. Then she adds, “she’s soooooo beautiful,” looks at me with a broad grin on her face and struts off smugly. She had had her fair share of attention for the day.

I clung onto the “she’s sooooo beautiful” comment. If that after thought was meant to make me feel better. It did. A tad. What can I say? I’m easily placated.

So I look like a beautiful cartoon lady. Nice! Nope. I’m not letting that bother me. I’m just going to walk tall, cock a snook at it all and refuse to let this get under my skin.

Cartoon lady? Really? Get out.

google Betty Boop.

Sexy siren cartoon figure of the 70s. Ah ok! Heck, at my age, I’ll take that. Even if the said sexy siren is a cartoon with an oversized head.

Feeling more than placated, I’d say even a little chuffed, I look up more on my cartoon lookalike. Turns out, Betty’s heck of a woman. And I really like her. So even if the comparison was not exactly meant to flatter, I’m flattered my friend.

You know who you look like? No one I know.