Mistaken Identity: I am *not* the Boob Blogger.
Some people share their name with rock stars, world leaders or Nobel Laureates. Not me.
I call it The Case of the Curious Stats (as in statistics). Like most sites, this website allows us to monitor general data—which countries are represented, which pages are most viewed etc. I was curious to see a recent spike in hits from Spain. Lovely, I thought...someone had picked up my blog in Barcelona or Madrid? The numbers continued to grow. Within a few days I was tossing my hair in that slightly-self-satisfied way, worthy of a shampoo commercial (I drew the line at winking).
Then I discovered: there is another Alicia Young. In Spain. Known in rarefied circles as either the Boob Blogger or the Boob-A-Day Girl.
Yes, she posts a picture of her cleavage every day. Every. Single. Day.
Technically, then, it should be Boobs-A-Day, plural. At least they could get the grammar right. And depending on the source, she’s drawn between 2.5 and 3.3 million hits in a just a few months… 170,000 in one day alone. She shows only the assets in question, not her face.
I laugh to think my high school boyfriend will discover her site and think I suddenly became more liberal—and sprouted a generous cleavage. I was a late bloomer. The poor guy - when we made out, he'd search my barren landscape for any sign of peaks, and come up fruitless - despite a compass and a flashlight. Still, points for enthusiasm. And perseverance.
Have you ever been mistaken for someone else?
NB: My apologies if you have received this update more than once. My learning curve continues.
3 million hits!!!! Wow Alicia, maybe I need to get my boobies out, ha ha. I’ve been told I look like a few people but none stroked my ego. Oprah, I do have her jiggly upper arms, then in my skinny days Cathy Freeman. OMG. Where are the Halle Berry comparisons please?!!
Jeannie, you crack me up! But you’re right – 3 million hits, it’s crazy. She’ll probably spark a trend, gangnam style, and suddenly every second girl will have her own page. But let’s hope not.
Thanks for stopping by, I love seeing your name pop up!
Alicia
Well if you’re gonna be mistaken for someone else at least it’s someone very popular. Best I could manage was Alyce Platt from Sale of the Century
Hey Megan, Alyce Platt was gorgeous! So no issue there. Hmm, don’t know that I’d say I was mistaken for someone very popular – I guess, if you count her web hits, but eww, the guys who log on. Don’t know if I mentioned, but a few months ago, I was sent some erotic short stories by some random guy – and I just put it down to internet weirdos.
He said he’s seen my photo and felt inspired to put pen to paper. I thought that was odd – my site photo is not the least erotic. Of course, now I realise it was for the “other” Alicia.
All I could do was disinfect my keyboard (and I got only as far as the subject line).
Thanks,
A
Think that guy should be the one disinfecting his key board LOL
Hah! I couldn’t NOT google “Alicia Young, boob blogger”. This other Alicia Young ALSO appears to have quite a following! My favourite photo caption is, “Alicia enjoys posing with her meals, left, and much stranger props such as rubber chickens and batteries, right” on the Daily Mail article. To each her own, right?
Hmmmmm… as for being mistaken for someone else. The celebrity comparisons have always come with an exception attached. The most recent (and I would say, most hilarious) came in an airport security check line. After an overnight flight I was exhausted and looking forward to my final and short flight home. The security check guy (let’s make things clear: very young and a bit questionable looking for an airport security person, if you ask me) did a double take when he looked at me and exclaimed “WHOA! Has anyone ever told you you look like Carmen Electra?” to which I seriously LOL’d, to which he replied, under his breath, “…but more tired”.
The other two? I have heard Sarah Jessica Parker a few times (“but less horsey!!”) and Jennifer Aniston (“but, like, twice her size!”).
Oh, my very kind and honest friends.
Alicia, there is absolutely nothing stopping you or your boobs from giving Alicia Young #2 a serious run for her money! Calling all rubber chickens!
Jane! You crack me up. I’d missed the part about the rubber chickens with the “other” Alicia – good grief. As for that airport staffer – damn cheek! You definitely have the SJP thing going on – no back-handed compliments attached or implied! She’s gorgeous and a style icon to boot. Great to see your name pop up.
Alicia,
I have just read the boob blogger! Oh my. How funny! It’s brilliant! Who’d have thought a pair of boobs could receive so much attention!
Emma x
Hi Emma!
I know, she really has attracted an enormous amount of hits.
I guess it’s just a matter of time before she launches a calendar, and scores a book and movie deal – her boobs will need their own agent.
Thank for stopping by,
Alicia x
Nice! Do you have the link to check out Spanish Alicia’s assets?? Sorry but I had to get that Blokey comment in! Actually, as a Plastic Surgeon, I could look at it (literally) as research… Yes???
I did get mistaken for George Clooney by one of my patients once, when he was in “ER” in the nineties. Of course she was in her seventies and legally blind but I took it as a complement anyway. When I told my girlfriend (now wife) that I was mistaken for George, her reply was “Who, Costanza?” (From Seinfeld).
Happy to be your resident Plastic Surgeon Advisor, should you decide to start up a daily “Boob Blog”…Just let me know….
Oh, Mark, you are such a guy! 🙂 Yes, I’m sure yours is one of the few professions that could allow a man to ogle for “professional” reasons!
Love the mistaken ID on George Clooney – and love your wife’s comeback even more!
Thanks for taking the time to post, Alicia
Boob blogging! I don’t know what’s more startling, the fact that she feels the need to do this, or the amount of hits she’s getting! The closest I’ve come to mistaken identity was back in ’86 in a smoky nightclub where someone thought I was Janet Jackson. Can only put it down to the very bad perm that I was sporting at the time! Fast forward to present day and one of the researchers at my work is called Michael Jackson. Hmmmm maybe a family reunion is in order ha ha….
Hey Christina, you’re right. I can only imagine she started it with an eye to creating demand and then launching a product. It reminds me of “Survivor” – the first season had real people, but the next few batch of competitors were full of people seeking a magazine deal or reality spin-off if they didn’t win. Still, each to his own.
Janet Jackson- yes, I could see that for sure! Clearly there’s something about the Jacksons in your fate – wait! Randy and Jermaine holding on line two…
Always lovely to see your name pop up.
Alicia x
This just too funny. :)I know what you mean. As my site also got lots of hits from Russia! as the artists picture I use is famous Russian painter. So in searching for his work my site was getting lots of hits!
Parissa, I know you didn’t intend for that result, but I might need to steal that as a strategy. 🙂
Look for a future blog on Russian art or literature!
Thanks for stopping by,
– A
Now I have an entirely new reason to be happy we’re friends.
Ha! Thanks, Jason. I think. 🙂
Enjoying your travel updates on FB very much.
Cheers,
Alicia
too funny. Thanks for the laugh.
Thanks Rebecca, lovely to see your name pop up!
Hope all’s well with you,
-Alicia
This is so funny and a great way to boost your blog’s rating (in numbers that is!). I have been stopped at a shopping centre to be greeted by a lady saying “Hi love, how are you? We must have you and your mum over for dinner one day.” I was so tempted to accept the kind invitation from a very pleasant lady, but I did tell her that it was a lovely thought but I believe she had mistaken me for someone else. I call myself “common” as I have been mistaken for someone else so many times, but being mistaken for the “Boob Blogger” is quite funny!
Tania, that story made laugh! You were good to decline her invitation – I’d be sorely tempted, even at the home of a complete stranger, if it meant not cooking for a night. I’d then try to keep up the charade as long as I could, either being as vague and non-committal as possible, or else embellishing the most ridiculous stories to keep her going. Maybe we’d even get to dessert before she knew we were strangers. As for ‘common’ –I’m not buying that for a moment. I’ve brought out your wedding pictures in seven countries, last count! 🙂