Yes, exactly!

Hey, my mom was Vancouver General, also adopted around the same time as you! She knew where her mom came from though, since it was a private adoption and many eastern teenage girls were sent to Vancouver “to study for a year” back then. I like the scientific part of the DNA info, like generally where people moved and…

Yeah, me too. It’s some middle aged lady finding out her great great great great uncle was Italian and she is like, “I always wondered why I liked spaghetti so much!”

There was a great segment on the CBC not that long ago about (lets face it, white) people taking DNA tests and then suddenly identifying as partially non-white/”ethnic”/nonsense. Like, “I thought I was white but I am of Icelandic and Aboriginal and Persian decent.” It was pretty hilarious.

Great article! The Canadian literary community is such a stodgy club that it has been fascinating to watch this play out - spoiler alert: they are all awful, even Atwood, who I love.

Reminds me of one of my favourite poems, by Philip Larkin: