In short, people are stupid.

Indeed.

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.

Now maybe I'm thinking people just assume that two ladies together are siblings -- my MOH [link] and I used to get that all the time...even though she is blonde and green-eyed (you know, your typical ethnic Jewish lady).

Nobody mistakes me for anything. Boring.

Me either. I got the blandest, most nondescript of the British/Irish features.

I'm really horrible at remembering faces and matching names to them. When I teach, I get my students mixed up all the time, especially if they switch seats. Unless someone is really distinctive-looking, everyone kind of blends together into "tall white guy in baseball cap" or "short girl with long blonde hair" or "Asian guy with glasses," with usually several people in each group each semester. I try to just avoid calling them by name unless I'm absolutely sure of it, but every once in a while I mess up. Once, last year, I accidentally called one black girl by the name of the only other black girl in the class. I knew exactly what the Look she gave me meant, but I realized there was no good way to say, "No, it's not that I just think all black people look alike! I can't tell those three white guys apart, either! And those girls over there all have the same hairstyle and switch seats all the time, and I have no idea who any of them are!"

People who bother to guess usually think I'm Italian.