All of this, it seemed to me, considerably upped the ante on my getting confused with her. So did the frequency of identity-confusion events. No longer was it a periodic annoyance every few months. In that first Covid year, it was a daily avalanche. And that’s how I justified, a few months into this mess, starting to fight back. I briefly added “Not that Naomi” to my social media bio and, in February 2021, when she was making a Fox News tour warning that governments imposing Covid measures were “autocratic tyrants,” I tweeted: “This is your periodic reminder to keep your Naomis straight.” When her Twitter account was suspended, seemingly permanently, I went with “Still here, sadly.” These two sentences were “liked,” last I checked, twenty thousand times.

Naomi Klein, Doppelganger, loc. 106