Do you know who this is?
No, it’s not me. It’s the Norwegian writer Sigrid Undset. When I placed these photos on FB a while ago, people who had known me my whole life, including my own mother, thought it was me.
I even used to wear this hairstyle back then. A writer, too. A Nobel Prize winner. And I’m an identically looking literary critic.
Clearly, somebody in my family line was Norwegian. It feels kind of likelier than somebody in Undset’s family tree being Ukrainian, although who knows?
This is why it’s ridiculous that Candace Owens finds it suspicious that Macron looks similar to Brigitte’s nephew. Yes, French people have a phenotype. A look. My friend married a Frenchman, and he also bears a great similarity to Macron. When that friend first saw N, she said, “Eeww, you are dating your cousin? I didn’t know this was a thing in your culture.” N is obviously not my cousin but our Slavic ethnicity does make us look alike to people from other cultures. I would think that an African American like Owens would be a bit more conscious of the “all of you people look the same” approach.
My father, by the way, looked so similar to the French actor Pierre Richard that once, when we were watching a comedy with Richard at an outdoor movie theater, the whole audience heaved with laughter, seeing my father’s very Richardian shadow.
This is Pierre Richard:
My father’s goofy, shy, endearing personality was also identical to the image Richard projected in many of his comedies. You could create a delicious conspiracy about my family based on these facts.
Interestingly, my parents and sister have jet black hair while I’m naturally blonde. I grew up amidst tiresome jokes about “have you ever wondered whether there was a neighbor who looked like you and your mom liked?”
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