I always enjoy taking little personality quizzes, whether in magazines or online. While frequently I alter my answers in order to get a more favorable outcome, I’m trying harder to answer more honestly. My friend Violet posted some of these quizzes on her blog, so here’s a few that I took, along with my typical smart-ass responses.
On Whether Moxie Has Been Assimilated into the Southern California Borg:
|You Are 44% California
You’re fairly Californian. Unless you’re really from California, you should be stoked!
I’m glad this wasn’t over 50%, because I am soooo over this L.A. thing. Been here since 2000, so I guess this is my 7-year itch. And I hate being itchy.
On Whether or Not Moxie is Primed for World Domination:
|You Are Not Destined to Rule the World
You are destined for something else…
Like inventing a new type of cupcake.
You just don’t have the stomach for brutality.
But watch out – because many people do!
Yeah, right. More like y’all ain’t ready for me. Everyone knows that I am supposed to rule the world. Except maybe Karl Rove. And Jesus. Oh, and Scooter Libby.
On How Much Moxie Knows about 80s Music:
|You Scored 65% Correct
You are a solid child of the 80s
You’d never confuse Tiffany from Debbie
And while you may not know Prince’s first #1 hit
You know every word to Little Red Corvette
Only 65% correct? Man, I am slipping in my old age.
On What City Moxie Would Be:
|You Are New York
Cosmopolitan and sophisticated, you enjoy the newest in food, art, and culture.
You also appreciate a good amount of grit – and very little shocks you.
You’re competitive, driven, and very likely to succeed.
Famous people from New York: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Tupac Shakur, Woody Allen
I love New York, so this makes perfect sense. Didya hear that Xanadu the Musical is opening on Broadway next month? I am so there!
On Moxie’s Pop Princess Alterego:
|Your Inner Pop Princess Is Shakira
“Baby I would climb the Andes solely
To count the freckles on your body
Never could imagine there were only
Too many ways to love somebody”
You’re more a poet than a pop star.
Oh, lord. Well, my hips really don’t lie, and neither does my ass. My left pinky toe, though, he’s a shady little bastard.