Tuesday 3 September 2013


[One from the archives today. I promise to be back on the blogging horse this week after a summer sojourn!]

I was running in the park yesterday and passed a set of identical twin boys playing in the park. Their parents had dressed them - you guessed it - identically. Cause why allow your children their own separate identities as long as they’re under your control. Sorry, too much sarcasm for a Tuesday morning? I am thinking it’s abundantly clear that this is always something that has 'disturbed' me.

I shall give those the benefit of the doubt and look at this first from the perspective of ease. You’re a parent of twins; you’re doubly exhausted (in ways I can’t imagine) and when you shop you just pick up two of everything and throw your children in the outfits without a second thought. Of course my first kneejerk response to this is, it can’t be that difficult to throw a blue t-shirt on one and an orange one the other, can it? So that begs the question, why? Why do parents with identical twins insist on dressing them alike when it would appear hard enough to differentiate yourself when your sibling has the exact same face you do. Perhaps it is for the sheer ‘awww how cute’ factor of having two kids wearing the same outfits (this is totally dependent on the children having the same build, as one man's skinny jeans is another's jeggings nightmare). Then again, maybe it’s pure sadistic fun on the part of the parents to utterly confuse the public as to which child is which. 

I always thought being an identical twin would be a pretty challenging feat in itself. Yes there are advantages – and don’t you know I would work every angle if I were a twin. You could actually be in two places at once; you could take each other’s tests; scope out perspective dates; do things for each other the other did not want to do. Yes, it’s all steeped in mischievous behavior, but isn’t that the upside to having a person that looks exactly as you do? The other thing that would be pretty cool is that you would finally see what you looked like; yes, I realize we do have mirrors, but it’s altogether different than being out shopping and seeing yourself come towards yourself so you can really see what you look like three dimensionally.

The cons of course are that you spend your whole entire life telling people that you’re really Sally and not Sue; everyone is constantly staring and muttering how alike you guys look (um, yeah, we’re identical, morons), and you most likely spent your youth wearing the exact same outfits as your brother/sister did cause your parents thought it was really cute. In fact, I’m starting to feel an incredible amount of empathy for identical twins. If life wasn’t hard enough in which to carve out an identity, you have to prove that you are different than this person next to you that on the surface is downright identical. I suppose it now makes perfect sense when you meet twins and one has radically changed their appearance. "This is Sue, and that one over there with the eight piercings and the blue Mohawk is Sally. You got it now?!"

So next time you want to dress your kids in identical fashion, think of how incredibly annoying it is when you show up somewhere and some woman is wearing the exact same dress you are. At to make matters worse, she looks better in it than you do. That’ll make you think twice, won’t it. 

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