Husband: You look a little like Woody Allen right now.
Me: Oh.
Husband: What? It's just the way you're sitting with your ponytail and your glasses. You look a little bit like him, that's all. Not in like a bad way.
Me: Hm. Gotcha. Well, then!...
Husband: What? You do! Don't believe me? One sec (goes to get camera, takes photo of me, laughs at my Woody Allenness, passes camera over to me.) See? You look like Woody Allen.
Did I look like Woody Allen in the picture? Maybe, but the point is, before marriage NO ONE would ever say so to my face. Now? I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to take "You look like Woody Allen" as a compliment.
It's just that once upon a time compliments sounded a little bit different, that's all. Now it's, "you look like an 70-year-old Jewish man who married his daughter."
Say it with me, ladies, "OY TO THE EFFING VEY."
GGC
