Art mirroring life

One of the benefits of my fancy hotel stay was that I got to watch a little HBO. I briefly had it a few years ago and developed a horrible addiction to Sex & the City, completely against my will. I would have sat and watched it for days, I was so enthralled. Then my free HBO ran out right before the last season. So, I never saw it (but I did read what happened. I'm a spoiler queen).

So, I caught an episode of The Comeback, which was amusing but almost too painful to watch. Lisa Kudrow does a great job and has the tics down just right. She was exactly like a woman I used to work for, a demi-celebrity in her late 40s determined to make a comeback of sorts herself--by starting a teen magazine. She had been a model and general coattail-rider of her equally horrible, fashion-designer sister. I beleive that, similar to the episode of The Comeback that I saw, this woman once brought in the cover shot of herself on Seventeen and passed it around the office.

It's as if they modeled Kudrow's character directly on my former boss. The claims of being best friends with other celebrities; the offers (never materialized) to call in so-and-so to help out with the cover story; the barely masked jealousy of younger "It" girls; the flip, care-free attitude with deep insecurity coursing just below the surface. Oh, I could go on. I don't think I can watch this show, though it was quite funny. I already know how things turn out.