Pink is my inner doppelganger

My dad, who will turn 80 in a month, often exclaims when he looks in the mirror, "Jesus Christ! Who the hell is that old man!" My dad's outer self no longer matches his inner self -- a handsome, outdoorsy, fishing, hunting, fun loving guy (Dad, you are still all that and more, but I get it now).

In addition to looking in the mirror first thing in the morning, the moments where I get really blown away by what I actually look like at 53 are in dressing rooms and when faced with an image of an aging celebrity or rock star who is about my age. (If he or she looks that old, I must too -- "Jesus Christ! What the hell!")

So last week there was a thing going around on Facebook about posting a photo of your celebrity doppelganger. It was game that was only fun to play if you were under forty. The middle aged crowd, if they dared to play, posted something like this "When I was younger, people used to tell me I looked like xxxx," and then uploaded a (younger) version of that fabulous celebrity's photo.

I considered putting up a photo of me dressed as Elton John for a drag show I did last fall, but why? Would that make me feel better? But humor works when all else fails. See:

Then I watched the Grammys. And along came Pink, in all of her glorious bad ass, hot as hell, push the boundaries, iconoclastic, rock star self doing a nearly naked, breathtaking aerial performance of "Glitter in the Air." Just watch:

It was me! The real me! And now you know. Don't be fooled by my chubby, middle aged appearance. I. am. all. that. And more.