I’ve been considering this blog for quite some time now.
It’s a topic near and dear to my heart, but I couldn’t come up with a truly appropriate time to write about it.
Then this morning, as though some divine power had planned it, I found my reason.
My day began just like any other. I got up and got on MSNBC.com, looking for inspiration.
As usual, I ended up on their page of “Weird News.” And there it was.
Sandwiched between “Man suspected of stealing dozens of fire hydrants” and “Fake mop top finds cops at San Diego TV appearance” was the headline: “N. Dakota twin sisters ask twin brothers to prom.“
No this is not a story about incest (good job on the headline guys). But it is a perfect example of a “who cares” story.
This is not “weird” news.
No offense Adrian and Hannah. Have a great time at prom girls.
But if they weren’t twins, this wouldn’t even have gotten a blurb.
And I’ve got to believe that there are many other identical stories (pun intended) across the country. It happens. It’s cute. Move on.
In other news, millions of teenagers across America are wondering why their prom story is any less exciting.
Oh but wait, breaking detail…the girls will not be wearing matching dresses…nope they’ll be color coding by couple (black and white).
For any non-regular blog readers, my sister and I are twins.
We love it, we just don’t always understand the fascination that everyone else has with our “twinness.”
Needless to say, after 23 years of personal experience, we’ve seen a lot of strange reactions.
So today I’m getting on my twin soap box, here goes:
I’m just going to put this out there, asking a twin if they like being a twin is a ridiculous and personal question. What if they said no? Do you like being you?
I’ll never understand why random strangers expect more than a “yes” when they ask if we’re twins.
“What’s it like being a twin?” also falls under the category of ridiculous questions.
Just because we could switch places, doesn’t mean we do.
And if I’ve only known you casually and we haven’t talked about brothers, sisters, etc. please don’t act offended when you find out I’m a twin. I don’t know many people who are in the habit of sharing their family trees every time they meet someone new. Do you?
I could bore you with stories about the time a random lady pulled over on the side of Wacker (yes, the one in downtown Chicago) to ask us if we were twins, then said we were adorable, and drove off. Did I mention she wasn’t driving? Which means she actually convinced someone else to pull over this car so she could perform this random deed. I could, but I won’t.
It’s more exciting than the prom story right?
Oh, I’ve barely scratched the surface, but I’ll save the “awkward situations that only twins would understand” blog for another day.
I feel better now, and maybe I’ve got this all wrong. Maybe I should take advantage of this bizarre interest in twins.
Breaking News Chicago: Twin sisters make lunch, both go with turkey!
Confusion downtown! Identical twins both wearing shade of blue!
Today twin sisters got coffee, only to discover they had identical mugs, and faces!