Listen, I’ve worked with paparazzi agencies for a few years now, and I’ve learned one important thing: trust your instincts above their captions. They may have tagged a photo as “Jennifer Aniston,” and it’s kind of far away and blurry, but it doesn’t quite look like her, so you email them like, “Hey, are you guys totally sure that’s Jen in that shot?” and they write back like, “Yes, we’re sure,” and you still have your doubts so you write them again, “Like, totally sure?” and they’re like “Totally sure” and so you run that photo as Jennifer Aniston and it turns out the next day it was actually her housekeeper and you feel like an ass. This sort of thing happens WAY more often than you’d think, especially considering that this is an entire career for these people. It’s hella frustrating.
But imagine how frustrating it is when you’re Alyssa Milano, and your Z-list lookalike, Christina DeRosa, hits the Emmy red carpet in the most hideous dress ever and the photo agency tags it incorrectly as you.
You’d resort to measures like this, too, even if your first opportunity presented itself at a formal Kate Spade dinner.
I just want to add that I had the opportunity to do a brief interview with Christina about a year ago, at some Hollywood charity event that she had no business being invited to. Nobody knew who she was, but her PR guy thrust her in front of our cameras and was basically like “Her breasts were on Entourage and her website gets 20,000 hits a month.” At that point, I was running a fairly successful website of my own, and my non-verbalized response was something along the lines of “Then they must not have been very impressive breasts,” but, whatever, I interviewed her and found her to be grossly overcoached and famewhorish and annoying. But I’m sure nowhere near as annoying as Alyssa Milano finds her.