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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

“To Tell a Family Secret…My Grandmother Was Dutch.”

DNA testing isn’t simply fodder for CSI and the Jerry Springer show any longer. Now genealogists are getting in on the, “Who’s your daddy?” action. Capitalizing on genealogical DNA testing begins with companies that have mapped out haplogroups, or ethnicities. For $100 one can have their DNA examined to find out which ethnicities they match up to. For genealogists, finding your haplogroup is the new scrapbooking.

Barring being left on a doorstep, how confusing could someone’s ethnicity be? Apparently, it can be more confusing than an auctioneer with Multiple Personality Disorder. The ancestors for one person increase exponentially. That means that 10 generations ago 1,024 people paired off and each had a child who grew up and paired off and had a child and so on, eventually resulting in you being here on this planet at this moment. And now we can find out if great grandma Edna had a love child with the Irish gardener. It gives hope to those who pray that they aren’t really related to crazy old cousin Merl.

2 Comments:

Blogger The Phosgene Kid said...

It still won't tell Rayshelle who out of the 150 guys she did the night of the party nine months ago fathered her child.

Those illigit babies would be better off not even knowing who their mother was, that might help them dodge the genetic bullet to the head.

1/31/2006 3:11 PM

 
Blogger KyuBall said...

Holy shit: "an auctioneer with Multiple Personality Disorder".

That's funny. I about choaked on my cough drop over that one.

1/31/2006 8:15 PM

 

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