April 16, 2010
I hated Elizabeth the minute I saw her in the dance studio during a summer acting program. Although I'd long ago stopped wanting long blonde hair of my own, some vestiges of the Jan-like envy of Marcia Brady's hair I'd had in elementary school remained. For some reason, this blue-eyed stunner really liked me (perhaps she'd always wanted to be a raven-tressed Jewess?), though, and when she confided that she suffered paralyzing panic attacks and that she was seriously considering literally breaking a leg to get out of having to perform a self-choreographed dance, I fell in absolutely hopeless love.