In the late 80’s to the mid-90’s, I wanted to be Meg Ryan, or at least the characters that she played.
I first became aware of her in Innerspace. I’d actually seen her in Top Gun, but
for whatever reason she didn’t register with me. But Innerspace was my kind of
quirky sci-fi movie. Meg didn’t have a ton to do in the film, but she made an impression on me. She was cute, brave, and part of the adventure.
A couple years later, there was of course When Harry Met Sally. I fell in love, just like the rest of America. “High maintenance” became part of my vocabulary. I liked how neurotic and eccentric she could be and still be absolutely adorable.
Next came Joe vs. the Volcano. Another quirky cute role in a quirky movie. For me the movie said the right things at the right time in my life to resonate.
Sleepless in Seattle didn’t connect with me as much. But the cheesier You’ve Got Mail somehow managed to get under my skin.
I never really watched Meg’s films where she tried more serious roles. I guess that’s not what I wanted to see. More of the cute, spunky, and a little neurotic heroines please.
Why did I want to be her? I suppose the first thing was how pretty she was. I loved the slight overbite and pout to her lips. I imagined being blonde and having a nice feminine body without being too voluptuous. I liked her figure. I liked her characters.
If I was a girl, I thought, I’d probably be something like that. Never super-conscious about how pretty I looked, yet I would still enjoy getting made up. If I really made an effort, I’d look killer. Still, I wouldn’t be very confident of my sexuality. I’d probably be kind of nerdy and into my career. I’d be a little lonely and looking for love. And people would like me because I was pretty, even if I was a little weird.