In a story that has me thinking back to my days as a teacher and wondering if the balding student with two kids was older than he let on, the following hit the news wire on Friday:
A 33-year-old woman (Wendy Brown of Green Bay) is charged with stealing her daughter’s identity to attend high school and join the cheerleading team.
She allegedly attended cheerleading practices before school started, received a cheerleader’s locker and went to a pool party at the cheerleading coach’s house.
The article goes on to say the woman has a history of identity theft crimes.
Honestly, I don’t even know where to go with this one. It’s so ridiculous, there are two directions I could go with it. So, rather than limit myself, I’m going to take both of them.
To Her Teachers and Cheerleading Coach
What is wrong with you, people?
This isn’t Hollywood. Just because producers will cast actors and actresses in their mid-20s as high school students, it doesn’t mean those actors are believable in those roles. Heck, back in the day, Luke Perry was 25 years old when he pretended to be a high school sophomore during the first season of Beverly Hills 90210. And do you know what he looked like? A freakin’ 25 year old! There is no way even a youthful-looking 33-year-old could pass as a high school freshman.
I know teachers are in precarious positions and often can’t express concerns you might have, but come on. I taught students who looked old for their age. But at 15, “old” means you could pass for 18 — not 33!
Didn’t any of you think it was odd when you overheard her telling the girl sitting next to her, “Debbie Gibson and Tiffany were way better than stupid Miley Cyrus?”
Didn’t you think her acid wash jeans were a bit dated?
Cheerleader coach, didn’t you think it was strange for her to have an “I love Marky Mark” tattoo on her lower back?
Heck, didn’t any of you think the way she introduced herself (“Amy Brown. I’m 15 years old. I swear!”) was a tad unusual?
To Wendy Jones
Since I have theorized that approximately 94% of my readers are criminals, I know there is a pretty decent chance you will read this.
First off, I have to congratulate you for getting as far as you did. I mean, look at you. I could pass as a 60-year-old more believably than you could pass for a 15-year-old. I don’t know how you fooled everyone, but kudos.
Secondly, I hope you won’t let this setback discourage you. Sure, you will not be able to steal your daughter’s identity again. But that doesn’t mean you can’t have MORE kids and steal THEIR identities.
If you had a boy, you could steal his identity and discover what it’s like to be a Boy Scout. Wait a few more years and you’ll get to see what it’s like to be a nervous 13-year-old asking out a girl for a date. And, shortly thereafter, you (as the mom) could tell yourself (as the son) all about the birds and the bees.
In short, I admire you. Parents have been living vicariously through their children since the beginning of time.
However, you had the determination and courage to say, “the heck with that” and cut out the middle man.
So, what do YOU think of this unusual story? What were your first thoughts upon hearing it? As always, feel free to leave a comment or two or ten.
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;-) 9.15.08 at 12:16 am:
I hope one of my kids becomes a bajillionaire so I can steal their identity.
On second thought, I always wanted to be an Olympic ski jumper. I wonder how hard it would be to pass for one of those…
You’d think she would have shot a little higher than a high school cheerleader though…
;-) 9.15.08 at 8:12 am:
Uh, wow. That’s pretty low. And stupid. Lol
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;-) 9.15.08 at 11:49 am:
That woman looked more like 40, nothing close to a high school student. I want to be Donald Trump but I haven’t taken a dead woodland animal and strapped it to my head.
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;-) 9.15.08 at 2:45 pm:
@Angi: If you have more than one kid become a bajillionaire, can I still the other one’s identity??
I think being an Olympic ski jumper would be easy. Marshmallows don’t have bones…right?
For real. In this woman’s wildest dreams, she aspired to be…a cheerleader? Way to shoot for the moon, Wendy Jones.
@Corrina: Low and stupid indeed. This was sad and moronic, too.
@Sornie: I agree. She looks closer to 40 than she does 20 — forget 15!
;-) 9.15.08 at 3:03 pm:
Sure…as long as I have a boy. I don’t think you’d be able to pull off being a female, sorry. Well, I guess I’m not sorry – take it as a compliment!
To your “Marshmallow” comment I say…HAR. HAR. HAR. Watch it. I know where you live.
;-) 9.15.08 at 3:44 pm:
Kev, keep that one silk dress just in case Angi’s scenario comes to pass.
As to the subject of your post today, I had not heard that report and frankly it flummoxes me to the point that I have no comment … except to say, that is a very sad story, and why anyone would want to impersonate a high school cheerleader is truly beyond me.
Maybe that WAS a comment … oh well. You’ve never known me to be speechless; why should I start now? It might upset the balance of the universe.
Oh, and that reminds me … re: the number of comments you’ve been getting … chin up. You have, I’m sure, many readers who enjoy your blog (and faithfully read it) but who, for whatever reason, are uncomfortable commenting. Don’t stop! I for one love your wit and wisdom.
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;-) 9.15.08 at 4:19 pm:
Why anyone would want to become a cheerleader in the first place eludes me, but to steal your daughter’s identity to become a cheerleader… huh??
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;-) 9.15.08 at 9:32 pm:
Wow! That is truly amazing. I know what she needs…a special therapy session with Dr. Phil!
;-) 9.16.08 at 12:43 pm:
My feelings have pretty much been covered by everyone else. Therapy is definitely in the stars for Wendy Jones. I mean, I wish I had practiced my instrument more in high school so I could be a better band nerd but I’m not going to steal someone’s identity just so I can try it again. Instead, I’ll have a child and force him/her to practice for hours every night until s/he is a prodigy. See? That’s the normal way to deal with your regrets.
By the way, Captain Awesome, were you mad at me yesterday? I couldn’t access your site. If you were mad, I’m really relieved you’re not mad today. It was total SKOS withdrawal.
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