"Are you sisters?" We said yes, and she looked at us sceptically and asked, "Full sisters?"
And WTF does that mean!?! As some one with 2 sisters and a brother who probably aren't what she would consider "full" but who don't give a flying fuck because that's how we think of each other, I'm a bit offended.
I've had people ask about my sisters, and I explain that they are my step-father's daughters. And then I get a dismissive, "Oh, your step-sisters." Then they get an eyebrow and they are called my sisters ever after.
I think it's the features and the smile.
Well, yes, there's that and the batshit crazy energy when you get near each other.
In terms of people guessing ancestry, I have most often gotten Asian, including by my recent half-Korean ex. I've also gotten French, Eastern European, and American Indian. I'm pretty mixed, but I'm about half German Jewish.
There was a girl in law school who people could not tell me apart from. And I know that you're thinking "well, some stupid people say that all black people look alike" BUT, I went to a black law school (actually THE black law school).
Now, we did look somewhat alike, I would say cousins or sisters. We sat down and talked family because the similarities were there. The worst part is that she had braids and I didn't. I couldn't believe that people thought that I just went back and forth with a full head of braids (that takes 4-6 hours to put in)
Well, yes, there's that and the batshit crazy energy when you get near each other.
No use denying that. We feed off each other like toddlers on Pixie Stix.
And then there's juliana and I, who manage to look alike despite different height, skin tone, eye color, and body type. I think it's the features and the smile.
A friend of mine who saw a picture and was stunned you are NOT sisters says its the eyes. "They've both got those crescent-shaped eyes". And the smile. She thinks your eyes are uncommon enough that two people with them seem related.
I usually get Jewish, occasionally Russian or French.
Scottish/English. Tiny pinch of distant German.
In our little family, people always ask us if Noah and his friend J (who is a year younger and Vietnamese!) are twins. [link] I don't see it, but it totally pisses off J's mom who hates me.
People also ask K where she adopted Noah from. I get that question less as he's like a little mini me.
I think I look pretty much Irish, no surprise since my mother's people came from County Cork a few generations ago. The other side is French Canadian and no idea where they might have been before that. (Unless my father is really the other guy, in which case, British. I'm voting for British.) Nobody mistakes me for anything. Boring.
