“Hey, Monica, how about a little action?” That was a shout from a random stranger on a bustling street in New York City during the chilly winter of 1998. It was just one of many crude comments I received that year, all aimed at reminding me of the infamous Monica Lewinsky.
As a woman in my twenties with dark, layered hair and a penchant for bold lipstick, I found myself constantly mistaken for Monica throughout 1998. Strangers in grocery stores and bars would approach, insisting I bore a striking resemblance to her. At one point, two ladies even trailed me around a bookstore, peeking out from behind shelves. When I finally asked if they needed help, they wrinkled their noses and said, “We thought you were that Lewinsky girl.”
Reflecting on my feelings towards Monica Lewinsky now, I feel a deep sense of sympathy for how the media unfairly derailed her life. I’m angry that Bill Clinton skated by unscathed while she became the punchline of countless jokes. But back in the late ’90s, at 24 and still figuring out my identity, my focus was on the negative comments about her appearance. I absorbed insults like “the portly pepperpot” from the New York Post and “too tubby for the high school ‘in’ crowd” from pundits like Maureen Dowd. I didn’t think about the broader implications of her treatment; I simply took the jabs to heart. I didn’t want to be seen as resembling Monica Lewinsky—not because of her notoriety, but because people were calling her fat.
Seventeen years after the scandal broke, I look back at that time and see two young women—both of us attractive, yet in completely different circumstances. While I was living a mostly quiet life as a writer among millions in a crowded city, she was plastered across every tabloid, enduring public ridicule. If the Clinton scandal were to happen today, I’d like to think I’d respond differently to being compared to Monica. I’d stand up for her on social media and scrutinize the power dynamics at play, recognizing her as a fellow woman under a harsh spotlight, facing unjust criticism. I wish I had that perspective back when I was 24.
Now, if someone were to say I resembled Monica Lewinsky, I’d wear it as a badge of honor.
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In summary, what once felt like an insult has transformed into a point of pride. It’s a reminder of how societal perceptions can shape our feelings towards ourselves and others. In the end, we all have a story worth telling, and it’s crucial to approach each narrative with empathy.