Unlike many of my friends, who hate the idea that someone could take their answers to a few questions and put them in a box, I am thrilled by classification. I want to get into as many boxes as possible. (Er, that came out kind of wrong. Move along now.) Maybe it's having a dad who worked too long in human resources, so that Myers-Briggs personality typing was what passed for a fun father-daughter activity. Maybe it's having a mom with a Queen-Virgo desire for order. Maybe I acquired some kind of brain damage from early exposure to those teen magazine quizzes. ("Are You Too Bossy? Take our quiz and find out!" Newsflash: no one needed a quiz to answer this question about me. Next!) Maybe I don't care why. The internet and its loads of esoteric surveys have turned up a bunch of different faces for me, some less flattering than others. Anyone remember the Pomeranian fiasco? or the time I got told that the lady band I resembled most was the Indigo Girls? I'll never live that down. This, on the other hand, is kinda nice:
|You Are a Chick Rocker!|
You're living proof that chicks can rock
You're inspired by Joan Jett and the Donnas
And when you rock, you rock hard
(Plus, you get all the cute guy groupies you want!)
Apparently even a retired alt-pop chick can still be cool. At least, I play cool on tv.