Debra Messing showed up in my dream last night. In the dream she was the example of true beauty, modeling a pair of light, faded mom jeans. Her hips looked especially wide in them and a group of strangers and I examined her from head to toe with wonder and jealousy. Her hair looked like it always does, big and Israeli-mother red. Her nose, beaky as normal.
In waking life, I’ve never found Debra aesthetically mesmerizing, as opposed to Beyoncé or Cate Blanchett, who are both so beautiful that I cry at the mere thought of them. So, what does it mean that the HBIC of Will & Grace was featured as Aphrodite in my sleep thoughts? Probably this.