Celebrity Relatives Open Thread

 photo jan_zpsdbf8d510.jpgA few weeks ago, I suggested that we have a post to talk about who our celebrity relatives are. Here we go. My maternal grandmother’s cousin’s daughter (so, first-cousin once-removed, I believe) is none other than Eve Plumb, TV’s Jan Brady. “ORLY, Flanny’s related to the proto angsty, whiny, hormonal and obsessive teenager who is always living in the shadow of her siblings?” — the world, unsurprised. Yes. That’s me. When I was younger, people would question my claim. And to those doubting Thomases I would say, “If I were lying, why would I choose Jan, of all the Bradys?”  And this was in, like, 1990.  Why would I choose a Brady of all the TV families?  It must be fact.

As a person with a celebrity relative, it’s difficult for me to comprehend that not everyone is related to someone famous or noteworthy, so maybe if you don’t have a real relative to share, make one up. Like, you know, how you wish Tim Gunn was your dad.

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Flanny was born and raised in a Detroit suburb, but tells people she's from Detroit without clarification because it makes her sound tough. She is not tough. Her favorite member of One Direction is Louis Tomlinson, and her favorite Agatha Christie detectives are Tommy and Tuppence.
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51 Responses to Celebrity Relatives Open Thread

  1. I’m distantly related to Jimmy Buffet on both of my parent’s sides, which is still not weird enough to be interesting.

  2. facetaco says:

    My grandmother’s cousin was the #1 guy in charge of the entire Coast Guard. I never met him, but I was invited to his retirement party, which was basically him and his friends and family taking a Coast Guard ship out for 2 days. I verified that there would be no alcohol and politely declined.

  3. Casey says:

    I grew up under the impression that I was distantly related to Johnny Appleseed/John Chapman, which seems too obscure to lie about, but also doesn’t really seem likely unless he was spreading a lot more than appleseeds if you know what I mean and I think you do.

  4. I don’t have any famous relatives (that I know of) (yet!) but my dad has a famous name! It’s Gary Coleman. Kind of hilarious when you think about it.

  5. catweazle says:

    I have been told that I am related to Elias Howe, inventor of the sewing machine, through my mom’s side of the family. I don’t know the specifics though.

    My “celebrity connections” are mostly non-family though. Like my little sister’s childhood best friend’s uncle is George Wendt. And I lived down the hall from Joseph Cross AKA the kid from Jack Frost AKA the star of that crappy Running With Scissors movie for a semester in college. And Bob Odenkirk’s mom (? possibly other female relative but I think mom ?) lives in the nursing home where my mom works.

    • Casey says:

      The girl that bit Weird Al’s ankle in the Geraldo scene of “UHF” was my sister’s grade school frenemy and used to come to birthday parties and stuff! I was mucho impressed.

    • facetaco says:

      My brother’s college roommate dated Tom Clancy’s daughter for years. Her name was sadly not Nancy. I DID get a lot of stories about what an asshat that dude was. Not to speak ill of the dead or anything, but the man would watch DVDs of movies based on his books with his own commentary running.

  6. old man fatima says:

    I mentioned this before, but Cesar Romero, TV’s The Joker, through my maternal grandma. BUT a much more exciting relation is that one of my very good friends’ grandpa was this big important thespian in Montreal, and he always talked about having trained William Shatner. We asked him about it at Comic Con one year and he went on and on and on about her grandpa, telling us all sorts of stories about him. And then Patrick Stewart materialized out of nowhere and was like “Is this man bothering you girls? Come along now.” and shooed him away because they were late for the Generations reunion panel. We all died of happiness that day.

  7. artdorkgirl says:

    I’m not related to anyone famous, pop culture wise, but my many times great grandfather fought the British in Nova Scotia (when it was Acadie rather than Nova Scotia). Then our family settled in Louisiana.

    Also, my dad sat next to John Cougar Mellencamp on a plane once. He said he was nice.

    • Casey says:

      One of my favorite stories of my mom’s is when she ran into Don Knotts at a Beatles concert. That’s the whole story!

    • old man fatima says:

      I have a friend who is a flight attendant and she gets to meet all sorts of great people on planes! My favourite is when she met Romeo Dallaire (nobody outside of Canada knows who this is) and asked him if he wanted a copy of the Post (right wing paper) or the Globe (left wing) and he said she’d better give him one of each so he can have both sides of the story. She said she just about fainted.

      • I’m not going to look Romeo Dallaire up, because unless he looks like he belongs on the cover of a romance novel, as befits his name, I’m going to be disappointed.

        • old man fatima says:

          Look him up. He is an amazing, fascinating man, and is quite dashing in a be-mustached Canadian way. Here is my Canadian actor husband, Roy Dupuis, portraying him for a film:

      • Commentatrix says:

        Wait, I just assumed Roy Dupuis died when vintage Nikita got canceled. JKJK!

        • old man fatima says:

          I did not know that he was in that, and now I have something to watch while hibernating this winter! You’re the best, Commentatrix!!

        • Commentatrix says:

          Wait, HOW will you be watching La Femme Nikita? Growing up, that show was required family viewing in the Trix household and I want to confirm what I already know–that it aged horribly!

        • old man fatima says:

          I can recap it? I have nothing better to do with my winter.

  8. nastyemu says:

    My uncle used to own several Carvel Ice Cream franchises. “But Emu, owning ice cream franchises doesn’t make you a celebrity.” Wrong. When you are six, the guy that owns the ice cream store is about as big a celebrity as you can imagine.

  9. Not related, but my grandpa met Picasso when he was stationed in France in WWII. We have a tiny photo of Picasso and his mistress. It’s pretty cool.

  10. hotspur says:

    I have lots of interesting relatives, but no one with a name that is recognizable in 2014. My great great grandfather was Samuel Beckett’s mailman. That is perfect. I am related to Jules Michelet, a VERY big deal in 19th century France I assure you — he named the Renaissance! (I don’t know what they called it before him.) Then I have a great uncle who was electrician in vaudeville? My great-grandfather was one of Teddy Roosevelt’s Rough Riders, and was later killed in World War I (VERY famous war).

    If you go back to the Revolution (US), I have a relative named Mickley (actually still a Michelet, but to fit in in 1760s Pennsylvania he Germanized it) and his thing was that he saved the Liberty Bell. The Redcoats wanted to capture it, and he and some other farmers sneaked it past their patrols in a cart of produce; then they hid it in his barn under hay. It is actually documented that the Redcoats stormed his barn and jabbed at the hay with bayonets but missed it and moved on. Whew! If you visit the Liberty Bell today, there is a plaque describing what he did, but it doesn’t mention his name. Stupid bell.

    Oh: my aunt is a journalist and though not famous, she did write a feature about child pornography that brought a lot of attention to it around 1982, which prompted Congress to write tougher laws. And now hanging in my aunt’s apartment is a photo of her standing behind President Reagan while he signed the laws in the Rose Garden.

  11. Simon Spidermonk says:

    Jesus is my copilot eighty times removed.

    Also, one of my ancestors was a bank robber but I don’t think he was very good at it. I’m pretty sure he died young.

  12. My cousin’s daughter’s boyfriend is somehow related to Anna Faris, which is only interesting because my little cousin posted a picture of herself with Chris Pratt because he was at a family dinner she was at. I was irrationally jealous.

  13. Commentatrix says:

    Pretty sure I come from peasant stock through and through with no blood ties to anyone of note, so I’ll just tell you some other stories.

    My grandmother met King Michael (of Romania) when they were both sort of kids and she was invited, as part of a choir, to perform for him and his mother, a great-granddaughter of Queen Victoria. A high school counselor of mine resigned from her position to accept a job as a nanny/au pair for the children of Faith Hill and Tim McGraw. A couple of months ago, my friend and I saw Lamorne Morris (Winston on New Girl) at IKEA and could NOT work up the courage to talk to him. Mostly because he looked super irritated and stressed out (as one does at IKEA). This same friend is volunteering colleagues with Keiko Agena, aka Lane Kim from Gilmore Girls. About ten years ago, I attended a random high school graduation, which also happened to be the high school graduation of the actress who played both the animated role of Kim Possible and the live action role of Ren Stevens, opposite one Shia Laboeuf. In a similar scenario, at my brother’s grad school graduation a couple of years ago, this adorable tubby was also receiving his PhD (in Philosophy):

    • flanny says:

      Ooh your Lamorne Morris story reminds me of the time I saw Mario Cantone at the museum in Boston (Artdork’s museum!). He was going down a set of stairs as I was walking toward them and we made eye contact and he looked very angry. He was also with a very attractive man I assumed was his boyfriend. Good job, Mario!!!

    • old man fatima says:

      After my mom graduated university, she applied for a nanny position to save up some travel money. She made it through to the final two without knowing who the family was, but decided to just go travelling anyway… It turned out to be Pierre Trudeau (our JFK, basically). She would have nannied, Canada’s favourite hair, Justin Trudeau! Hair pictured below.

      Also re: Kim Possible, I once went on a date with a guy who mentioned he was a published author. “Oh, what do you write?” I asked, like a fucking idiot. Kim Possible fan fiction. He was an adult in his 30s. He was “published” on blogs dedicated to grown ups who love cartoons. I said “I’d love to read some” just to fill the awkward silence that followed, and when I got home I found out he had sent me a bunch and they weren’t even funny-bad, just full on bad-bad. They weren’t sexual, thank goodness. Which makes it more bizarre. And he was a charming, athletic, handsome, normal guy! It really blindsided me. There was no second date.

      Justin Trudeau and his hair:

      • Commentatrix says:

        That is some good hair AND face!

        • old man fatima says:

          He is currently the leader of the Liberal party and, as much as I think he’s an idiot and shouldn’t be in charge of anything much less my beloved Liberals, I really want his face to be The Face of Canada. I want him representing us on the international circuit and I want him on stamps and maybe the flag. He was my member of parliament in Montreal and he would host our street festivals and parades. He is glorious in person, until the moment he opens his mouth and then I want to crawl under my couch forever from second-hand embarrassment.

  14. gnidrah says:

    Mine is not a relative either, I’m afraid, but it is a relative’s friend and a connection, and it’s Greek so you know it’s authentic. My great uncle grew up with and went to school with Aristotle Onassis. They said he was not the best student, but hey, did that matter long-term? No it did not. Also, they did once tell a story about him returning to the area once he was rich, and pulling up alongside them in his fancy car, remembering who they were and offering them a lift. So I thought that was a nice bit to the story. I feel like there is another bit I can’t recall, but it’s a good start.

    • gnidrah says:

      Update: it wasn’t my great uncle, it was my grandmother’s cousin. BUT – my great uncle grew up with Nana Mouskouri, and Maria from round the corner is a distant relative of Melina Mercouri. SO THERE WE GO.

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