En route to work today, while listening to my ipod (who I’ve named “Damita”), trying to remember all the choreo I learned in this week’s classes, I noticed an Island woman glancing in my direction.
I brushed it off, concluding she must be overwhelmed by my beauty. No big deal, right? So she kept looking, and finally signaled for me to remove my headphones. Okay fine. She had beautiful locs, so I obliged.
“You know who you look like?”
Oh fuck. My stomach tightened.
“You…look a little like Spike Lee.”
Again? The damn Spike Lee comparisons…in 2009? Still?
Apparently, something about me resembles the brilliant filmmaker.
“Something in your eyes…your face. You could be a close relative.”
I’m thinking: “Girl, you’re pushing it.”
I dropped my head, sighed and offered, “…maybe the glasses…?”
“No…more than that. Are you sure you’re not rela…”
I smiled and re-inserted my headphones. Girl, bye.
Thinking back, she’s probably the 6th or 7th person since I’ve been in New York to draw this comparison. And…I just don’t see it. So…if any of you can locate “proof” of any alleged similarities, I’ll take it under consideration.
Until then, I stick with my original conclusion: it’s a consipiracy.