I recently watched the documentary Twinsters during a sick day from work. If you don’t want to watch the trailer it’s essentially about a lady who is an actress who gets an email when she’s 25 years old from someone who is like, “Uh, I think you might be my twin”. They were both born in Korea and adopted to different families, one in the U.S. and the other in France. I don’t think its a spoiler to say they’re twins. Pretty clear from looking at them. What’s a trip is that they had no clue they had a twin until they were 25 years old.
Suffice it to say that this question really threw me for a loop. I like to think that I can handle whatever you throw at me, but in this case, Rats, I drew a big fat blank. I don’t know about having a twin. It’s nothing I’ve ever dreamt about. If I did have a twin, I would want her to be like me in the sense that she is basically a good person with a streak of immorality, that way we could trick people, in all those cliché twin ways. Not much of an answer, I’m sorry. I tried to watch The Parent Trap with Lindsay Lohan for inspiration, but all I could think when I watched it, was, dag, what happened to Lindsay? So cute and full of promise then, so orange and husky voiced now.
Then I watched some of Twinsters and I found those two girls annoying. What does it say about movies these days, when so much of the plot revolves around Skype, texts and emojis? Sign o’the times, I guess.
I do keep seeing one part of your question that says, “what would you do if you found out you were adopted?” and I do love that question, because isn’t that something that we have all dreamed about when we’ve hated our parents? I certainly have. One unsuspecting night, there would be a knock at the door and the coolest, hippest mother -who looked just like me- would breeze past the impostor mother who made me wear my hair in pigtails and forbade me from going to sleepovers. I would rush into her arms and say”thank god this horrible middle class nightmare is over, take me home to be with Pa and my loving family on the commune.” I used to have those dreams pretty much on the reg, the same way I used to dream about running away. I would carefully craft a letter detailing the reasons I had to leave (not enough of a Free to Be You and Me vibe in the house, German lessons after school and “ethnic”cuisine served at home…etc.,) and then I would make it as far as the backyard.
So, there you have it, one partially answered question.