(I had no idea how aptly named my blog was. It’s sad because a little part of me always felt gangster, and I really hoped my internal makeup was more diverse. “White Girls Be Like” was never more real. I can’t even…)
Recently, my friend Jessie of “You’re Fine” took a DNA test and wrote about it on her blog. I was like, “Awesome, I wanna try that!” and bought a test from 23andMe to see my own ancestral breakdown. I figured it wasn’t going to be as interesting as Jessie’s, but maybe I’d find out something cool or find a relative I never knew about.
First of all, I had no idea about the process of sending away your DNA. Basically you have to spit into this little cup thingy until it reaches the line (they say it takes about 5 minutes for most people, but I was spitting in this thing for half an hour). Then you do some sciencey stuff and wrap everything up in the package they give you and put it in the mail. A million years later (or about a month), you get your results online and all this cool stuff telling you about yourself and some stuff you already know (like, “yes, I know I have red hair, thanks for the info”) but also some stuff that you wouldn’t think they’d know which is cool. For instance, they knew I was a sprinter (back in the day, not now) because I have some gene that says something about my muscles and how they’re made to sprint.
On the website, there’s a million reports all about what your DNA means (I highly recommend doing this, it’s super fun), and you can click on said reports to give you more detailed information. I started off seeing my ancestral breakdown.
There’s a bunch of smaller percentages under these, but mostly I’m British and Irish. Big surprise. Another thing they can tell you is how much Neanderthal you have in you. Apparently I have quite a lot, and I’m not sure what that says about me, but my mom laughed and said, “That makes so much sense!” which is always nice to hear…
Some other things they told me I was likely to possess were interesting because I totally broke the mold and said, “Hey, DNA! I don’t care what I’m ‘supposed’ to be like. I’m gonna be ME.” Here’s a list of stuff that was wrong:
- Unlikely to have a cleft chin. I totally have one. In fact, my cleft chin is a definitive factor about my face. My uncles used to think it was funny to take a tissue up to my chin and say things like, “Hey, Alanna, I think you forgot to wipe,” or, “You have an ass on your face.” The latter isn’t very clever, but still hurt my feelings.
- Unlikely to have a widow’s peak. Uhmm… hello??
- Likely to have detached earlobes. Mine are definitely attached.
- Likely to have a little unibrow. Wow. Not nice. I don’t have a unibrow and I actually don’t seem to grow any hair in between my eyebrows so take that DNA people!!
- Likely to have straight or wavy hair. Okay, this one is half right I suppose. My hair is pretty curly but sometimes just wavy depending on the humidity or if God wants to punish me that day.
Other weird stuff about me is on the reports like the fact that I have wet earwax (shut up, it’s not that gross) and something about if I can tell if my pee smells like asparagus after I eat it (asparagus, not eating my pee). I can also share my reports, so if you’re interested in how my ring fingers are longer than my index fingers, feel free to shoot me an email.
All in all, I’m just another white girl who likes to hang out in basements (probably because they remind me of being in a cave). Have you ever tested your DNA? If so, what’d you find out? If not, what do you suppose you are? How Neanderthal are you?