In today's Philadelphia Inquirer, Pam Lobley advises readers to have reasonable expectations when checking their DNA for celebrity ancestors. (In my view, anyone who is disappointed rather than intrigued by his DNA test results probably deserves to be disappointed.)
If you're feeling a little bored or disillusioned with yourself, perhaps a distant DNA match is just what you need to revitalize your outlook. You're not just a housewife with Legos under the sofa cushion. You are a direct descendant of a Russian empress. That's why your house is so messy; your genetic code keeps telling you to leave all that for the servants to clean, and is peeved when they never show up.I think Lobley overstates her case here a bit. You are related to someone famous. But you might need to do more than spit in a test tube to prove it.
Ready to spend and swab? Let me try to save you some money.
First of all, you are not related to anyone famous. You are related to regular people who baked bread or worked in a factory or, going back further, peasants who died early from icky diseases. OK, perhaps you have some rich merchants in the mix, or creative types who composed odes or wove pretty fabrics. Even so, they smelled bad and died early from icky diseases. [Link]