Style Guide: Do I look like a Marxist?

In the last two weeks, two totally unrelated people have said that the Marxist and I look alike--so much alike that we could be related. The first was a slightly drunk girl at an art gallery opening, and the second a psychic guide type on Abbot Kinney on Venice. The latter revised his statement saying that we were old souls and had we have been together for a long time, that is, in the eternal plane. I certainly do not feel this way about the Marxist.

We begin deciphering our looks. We are both tall, slender, dark haired bespectacled bookish types. However, the Marxist, a gypsy Jew is much hairier than I am with much darker hair. I certainly can't stand when he wears blazers at the same time I wear blazers and he has been known to borrow my t-shirts.

In a parking lot, he concludes that he clearly hails from an upper-class Jewish society in Westchester, New York while I come from white trash in South Jersey. I then remind him he was born in Jersey.