I am haunted by hotness.
There’s something that’s been bothering me. And I think you know what it is.
That’s right. It’s the other Alice Bradley.
For years, Google searches for me have suffered at the hands of the other Alice Bradleys of the world.
There’s Depression-era cookbook author Alice Bradley. (I have a few of these books, so if you have a craving for Mock Veal in White Sauce or Anchovy and Catsup on Toast Points, I can help.)
Then there’s former slave Alice Bradley. (Do yourself a favor and look at that link. I’m not sure whether to be amused or horrified. Or both!)
Not to mention pseudonymous science fiction author Alice Bradley. And Alice Bradley, author of "The Governor's Lady," and some Alice Bradley who wrote books under the name Cousin Alice, and then a whole heap of dead Alice Bradleys.
Still, my ex-boyfriends could usually find me in the first few Google pages. Find me, and see all that they were missing.
But not anymore. And it’s all her fault.
I’m sure she’s a very nice person. She has pleasant hobbies, such as candle-making, and knitting. And lounging on floors of hotel conference rooms. She’s not afraid of a little dust, or off-gassing! She also enjoys striking suggestive poses near plants. And I’m glad for her!
Not to mention, she shows that models “can be hot and live a regular, quiet lifestyle.” And for years I had feared that my quiet lifestyle would destroy my looks. Thank you, Alice Bradley, for showing me how I wrong I was.
But lately she’s been cramping my style. Recently I’ve had to interview some wary subjects, many of whom Googled me and discovered that young men on the Internets are calling for “more hot pics of Alice!!” One subject actually emailed me and asked, “Is this you?”
Yes. For when I am not interviewing physicians, I am inevitably lying nude on a wood floor, rose petals tastefully shielding my nips. (Link NSFW, more or less.) Then I settle in for a quiet evening of candle-making. Nude candle-making.
There must be a term for this. Google-impaired? Google-hobbled? Someone! Come up with something!












November 16, 2005
Reader Comments (74)
You are too effin' funny!
By the end of you post I was ROARING with laughter.
I'm not sure which image I enjoyed more: "you" in front of the plant or "you" on the wood floor.
Actually, I think it was the entire entry that had me rolling.
" 'Is this you?' "
Hilarious!
Hey, at least they're confusing you with a hot chick. The entries that come up for my name are not flattering.
The suspsense you built here was perfect--I really laughed when I saw the other AB. You couldn't have made up anything funnier.
I am 28 and female. No porn - especially not with any mail-order bride from the Phillipines.
I voted for scroogled also, though google-deficient seems to work as well, plus it has the added hilarity of being pseudo-politically correct :)
Last Christmas, I had to tell everyone who asked if I had an Amazon wish list, that I was NOT the one requesting the Home Depot bendable screwdrive, the Neil Diamond CD, the breast pump, or the fire engine playset. There were ten of us with the same name, and it would have been an interesting Christmas if I hadn't, I tell you.
http://www-tech.mit.edu/V111/N20/widows.20a.html
Shit. My husband better not discover this. He's settled for ultra sarcastic in Spooky Flannel halloween pajamas. He knows not of this alternate univers.
Those men looking for her but finding you were confused by Google. . .Confugled.
There are one zillion Sue Davises out there. Why couldn't Mom and Dad have been more creative and named me Hyacinth or LilyBelle?
Well, I feel your pain, as a fellow woman who has been Screwgled. If you put *my* name into Google, you get eleventy billion websites advertising my "hot nude pics." Evidently some C-list movie actress and I have the same name, spelled exactly the same, and she had a bit part in a Jason horror movie where she was violently massacred, but not before she took off her top and pranced about for a while.
I can only imagine what people I went to high school with think of when they Google me. *groan*
There's also a heaving bosoms-style romance novel writer who has my name as well. What *is* it with me and smut?
When I google my real name, I only get nerdy scientist types and other do-gooders. BORING!!