Do you think it’s harder being the Tegan because there are fewer Tegans than Saras?
Well, sometimes. Definitely when I’m in the grocery store and my girlfriend yells, “Tegan!” I get embarrassed and mad and I think, “Don’t yell my name! It’s so distinct,” on the off chance that somebody in the store knows about our band. But sometimes if I’m getting a table reservation for myself, it’ll be like, “Put it under Tegan. Tegan. With a T, like tiger. Nevermind. Fuck it, I’m Sara.