It’s All In A Name…

On 2/1, I received the following email, directed to my website:

“Pam, I saw the Netflix documentary. I thought you did a great job. I, too, feel a lot like you when it comes to relationships. Keep up the good work! Do you do readings?”

Sigh...

Clearly, this email was from someone who thought I was the “real” Pamela Anderson. The Baywatch actor who ran across the beach, wearing a bright red bathing suit. The woman who appeared in Playboy magazine in 1992 and who was featured on lots and lots (and lots and lots) of magazine and scandal-rag covers.

Did I care? No, I did not.

However...

From that first Playboy centerfold, I have been reminded countless times that my name is the same as her name. Grocery store clerks. Any sales counter. Doctor’s offices. My local pharmacy. The Board of Elections. Car rental companies. Flight attendants (while in flight!). Wherever I go, heads turn and comments are made.

The pandemic was a relief because I did not have to pull out my debit or credit card or driver’s license...and then have to hear the same old thing: Pamela Anderson! You’re famous. Or...You have the same name as that actress. Or...I bet you hear you have a famous name all the time!

But now that I am venturing out again (post-pandemic)—and since Actor Pamela Anderson has some new book or TV show or something out again—I have returned to the same old routine.

Yes, that’s my name. I’m the original. No bathing suit required.