Yesterday, when I posted my Gilmore Girl snow clip, mom noticed that I have absorbed Lorelei Gilmore into my person and I realized that it is so (SCORE!). I also realized that much of myself is made up of the girls I watch on screen. See chart below. I am 1 part Anne Shirley of Anne of Green Gables fame.
I have actually read all the Anne of Green Gables book, but she is so wonderfully depicted in the movie (or miniseries? tv series?). I think she has to do with my flair for the dramatic. I too would request of my new adopted family that they make me a dress for school with puff sleeves because puff sleeves are romantic. That girl has spunk and she’s really smart which is pretty awesome for a Victorian English Canadian!
I am one part Lorelei Gilmore. I am Lorelei mainly because that is a goal I strive for everyday.
Lorelei is so cool and pretty and hip. I love that she knows her cultural references. You need a pop culture dictionary just to hang around her. Those who hang around me know that I relate most things in real life back to things I’ve seen in pop culture (such as snow I immediately equate to Gilmore Girls). Lorelei is also a strong female who set her sights on doing something and she does it. She uses her loquaciousness to get what she wants. I do that too (it works very well on mom).
I am two parts Liz Lemon.
I picked this picture because it is Liz Lemon, not Tina Fey. Tina goes to fancy award shows and has her own American Express commercial. Liz Lemon wears a Dark Sensations tshirt. Liz Lemon has lettuce in her hair and wears socks to the beach. Liz drinks wine and walks SLOWLY on her treadmill. I unfortunately reflect that part of her. I wish I could say I’m like Liz because I’ve worked my way to the top of a male dominated industry, or that I’ve committed myself fully to my job, or even that I live in New York.
Nope – I’m just Dark Sensations Liz.
I am one half part Superbad boys.
Mainly because I am a little bit of a high school boy. I love Mountain Dew and Taco Bell. I think video games are awesome and more specifically I love Superbad and Pineapple Express. I blame my high school guy friends for this. They turned me into that type of girl.
I wish I had photoshop. If I did, this image would be much cooler. Instead I doctored it in paint so it looks pretty jank. But I’ll choose to think of it as ironic.
Now here’s a question: how is it all those people fractions (and I do concur) were already part of the whole Bess at age two? I know. I was there.
In was thinking the same thing, B. I think you like them, Bess, because you see yourself in them rather than absorbing them. They all have a joie de vie with a little angst stirred in for drama. PS> I am going to stop being muniputlated by you.
Constance, we are both so right! Whatever, whenever, however, the end result is the wonder that is our beloved Bess. Bess. don’t you just love your mother and aunt are carrying on a conversation on your blog? (To be fair,it is about you.)
Oh, yes – all that being said – fabulous blog entry. Just fabulous!