I had to pause, because it’s not often that one finds the words “pure class” and “tequila” in such close proximity to one another in the way that … oh, let’s say “tequila” and “body shots” or “tequila” and “fish tacos” are frequently linked.
I wonder if Brigitte Bardot drank tequila. Apparently she and I have a lot in common, or at least that’s what the Which Hollywood Bombshell Are You? quiz claimed.
Supposedly I am more like her than Marilyn Monroe or Lauren Bacall, who most of my friends got, because I am passionate about animals and really don’t care what people think about me. (Yeah, not true on either account. Sadly.) I love to live life on the edge (Well, I have been known to shop at Trader Joe’s on a Sunday afternoon, when it’s a total mad house!), and I have a wild and crazy streak. (Mine’s more of a creative streak.)
I also apparently love the 1960s, Capri pants, and beehive hair, which actually is true. If you search online for Brigitte Bardot, the first few things that pop up are “hair” and a images of Bardot’s beautiful blond hair. Here’s where I will work in this little tidbit: My kids recently voted that I have the best hair of anybody in the family.
Thank you, thank you, my dear sweet children … Apparently if I were a celebrity giving an Oscar acceptance speech, I would be Angelina Jolie and unable to stop thanking my family.
Brigitte Bardot also is known for saying, “I gave youth and beauty to men. Now I’m giving my wisdom and my experience, the better part of me, to animals.”
I like better her quote “Every age can be enchanting, provided you live within it.” The age that I should have lived in was Classical/Romantic Era. Perhaps. Hard to fathom, because I spent most of my childhood reading about World War II and the ’40s. But that may be because I have a grandfather who fought in the war and another who built battleships. Plus, I heard all those home front stories from my grandmothers.
But I really thought my era would have been sometime during the 20th Century, because the person I was in a past life was a hippie.
If I were a tattoo, I would be a cute and tiny inking behind my ear or on my wrists. Or maybe a sweet little moon and star on my inner ankle.
If I were a biblical hero, I would be Deborah. To that I will say, all right, all right, all right! … Oh wait, wrong Oscar acceptance speech.
If I were a celebrity couple, I would be Kate and William. Well, duh. The author who is my soulmate is Anton Chekov. Maybe I should read some of his work. My designer, Dolce and Gabana. I did like their latest ads in Vogue, which were all old school/fitted skirt/mantilla/Chianti vibe.
As for country, that would be Germany. Makes sense. My family is German American. As a college student, I lived in the South of France for six months and traveled to Paris and also to Spain, Italy, Monaco, Switzerland, Austria – and Germany, which was the only place where people didn’t ask me, “Vous êtes Suédoise?” – “Are you Swedish?” “Non, mais je suis exactement comme Brigitte Bardot!”
Who am I is a question we love to ask ourselves. You’d think that we’d know the answers, but I’m not sure we really do. Instead we take BuzzFeed quizzes so we can tell our friends that in a past life we were a Greek goddess. In this life, we work at a Hopkins lab.
Or we’re exactly like Will and Kate, enjoying that $10,000 vacation in Maldives. When in reality, we’re moonlighting as tax preparers or English tutors so we can buy a new refrigerator.
Right now I am hydrating a sinus infection and sitting on a scrap of turf at my son’s soccer practice. One of the other parents just told me and the father next to me who is busy checking his email that yet another snowstorm is coming our way next week.
Really? Too bad I’m not in the Maldives either.
How would Brigitte Bardot handle this? Who knows? But when I get home, I’m going to slip on a pair of Capri pants, and fluff up my blond coif, and see if I can figure that out.