*giggle* so what Stephanie is saying is that Mariska's man is the male version of her huh?...interesting :)
Stephanie March here. You may (or may not) remember me as the spectacle clad ADA Cabot who never won a case. With a team of 12 writers behind me I still couldn’t do it. Those are some mediocre prosecutorial skills if I ever saw ‘em. Anyway, Mariska and I have always had a connection-right from the very beginning, from the very first day, and I am honored to be given a spot to gab on her site.
Mariska and I are two sides of the same coin. Honestly. We are each other’s perfect opposite, perfect compliment, perfect foil. She is funny, I am only sort of funny. She is sexy and dark, I am silly and blonde. She is a force of nature, I am a good sounding board. She is drums and lead guitar, I am bass and the occassional symbol. (Actually, I have no rhythm to speak of). She is chili, I am honey. Our birthdays are each other’s half birthdays. So on and so forth. We were meant to meet, and we were meant to be friends. It’s a good on-camera match for two such people, but the real fortune is the off-camera friendship we formed and have maintained since my departure from SVU.
I am about to start rehearsals for a play on Broadway, called TALK RADIO, with none other than Peter Hermann. Funny thing about Peter and I—everytime we work together something good happens to Mariska. You may remember that “Trevor Langdon” was brought on to SVU as a defense attorney and Cabot’s erstwhile love interest. As it turns out, he had the hots for Benson. Trevor and I wear glasses. Trevor and I like to read. Trevor and I are tall. Trevor and I adore Olivia.
Live imitates art. (PS. Never let anyone call television “art” again. It’s obnoxious)
Sincerly,
Stephanie (Peaches to some)