A gender bender, blended

Our friends Mark and Aaron have insisted on the nickname "Kate" due to my wispy similarities to Kate Moss. Whatever. But last week when they were visiting from California, over Paul's home-cooked dinner al fresco, I was asked if I had to be a woman, who would I be? Well, you may find this shocking, but I didn't have a ready response. So I've thought about it for the past few days, and while I can't just name one I would be thrilled to have a Freaky Friday moment with, I managed to narrow it down to four.

This could have several alternate titles, as well. Such as: If you were to go Weird Science (in this case, Fag Hag Edition), who would it be? Another: The ideal woman I'd kill to co-parent with, or at minimum borrow some eggs. Here we go:


Clockwise from top right:
Catherine Keener: Confident, good-bitchy and love the smoky voice. No dainty flower; womanly, not girly.
Penelope Cruz: Mostly physical in reference. Lovely natural body, lovely Spanish complexion, graceful and lends a touch of the exotic.
Polly Jean Harvey: The polite Brit who can unleash fury when needed, and proves you don't have to be a freak to wade in dark waters. But also explorative, unfazed and pretty in a big-featured kind of way. Any musical talent would be very welcome!
Parker Posey: Oh, the funny girl next door...if your neighborhood's the West Village. Always makes me laugh. The consummate bohemian hip nerd.

Honorable mentions, for one reason or another: Amy Sedaris, Fiona Apple, Cindy Crawford, some righteous chick from the past. Others TBA.