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sky high, sky fly
Today's quizzes took a little longer to respond to than usual and have left me feeling in need of a chic cocktail. (And a wardrobe makeover, but let's aim for the goals I can accomplish, shall we?) And since it is Friday—and I have ice cubes!—a chic cocktail I will have.
Sev is pulling the ingredients together while his son is attempting to eat as many of the cherry garnishes as he can sneak away, so I will leave you to peruse the parchments and seek your own post-quiz libation.
Oh, man. This is perfect. He has just the right kind of goofy expressiveness and startling range to step into the whimsical, quietly dramatic ordinariness of my life: a "comedy in the saddest way" is exactly correct. I think he'd do justice to both the way I see so much beauty in the world and all the petty, negative elements of my character. (I'll have to add The Producers to my to-watch list.)
Gotta love that description: short, sweet, and excruciatingly obvious. But I do love this era of fashion, with the close-cut, tailored layers and big dramatic hats, as if Edwardian dreaminess took a step toward modernity. That's an accurate mirror of my history and preferences, and if I could replicate this vibe in my closet without spending way too much money or way too much time, I absolutely would.
My immediate reaction was that this description is a dead ringer for Margo Hanson in The Magicians, who is one of my favorite characters on that show. (Funny how it was so unsatisfying in so many ways when I watched it, but now that I'm reading the fanfiction, I'm finding so much to love about it.) There are a lot of ways in which Margo and I are not at all alike: that whole BDE, peeps wanna fuck you, you became the bastard to break out of a mold that didn't fit you, everyone thinks you're lazy and purposefully disagreeable, no self-deprecation, no one can touch you thing is not really me. But. The footnote on this quiz says this is kind of a measure of "how you emerged from educational institutions," and if I look at this description that way? Just about all of this fits.
I have always loved to learn, but I have hated how everyone wanted me to learn. The assumption that every assignment, every test, every rigid template of expression was necessary and the only way to accomplish something has been the bane of my K-12 education. In that environment, I was lazy, disagreeable, and unyielding. I think the only reason I got the grades I did was because my dad emphasized how sometimes academia is just jumping through hoops to get to the stuff you want. And so I jumped. As lackadaisically as possible sometimes, but I jumped. Until I made it to college and suddenly everything about learning was what I'd always wanted it to be.
The parts of this result that I recognize in all areas of my life—a strong sense of self; knowing how to say no; being authentic and clever and fiercely loyal to the small group of people I'm close to; working at my own pace and accomplishing things to my own high standards—those were only possible to express because I was also stubborn and unimpressed and, yes, a bastard of sorts in the formative years of my education. They are anchored in my identity now because I had to fight for them then...and have fought for them again and again in other rigid, unimaginative spaces in my life. They are the root of why I see myself as a Ravenclaw, and much of my growing up has involved learning how to express them more subtly and warmly and openly when the stakes are not so high.
It's still a little strange to think of being akin to Margo Hanson, and I usually shy away from embracing or glorifying my more prideful tendencies, but I think in this case, I'm happy to see myself as a bastard. I hope I continue to bring that energy to bear when I, or others, most need it.
Sev is pulling the ingredients together while his son is attempting to eat as many of the cherry garnishes as he can sneak away, so I will leave you to peruse the parchments and seek your own post-quiz libation.
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Gene Wilder |
| Who Would Play You in a Film About Your Life? |
Oh, man. This is perfect. He has just the right kind of goofy expressiveness and startling range to step into the whimsical, quietly dramatic ordinariness of my life: a "comedy in the saddest way" is exactly correct. I think he'd do justice to both the way I see so much beauty in the world and all the petty, negative elements of my character. (I'll have to add The Producers to my to-watch list.)
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1910s |
| What Period of Fashion History Are You? |
Gotta love that description: short, sweet, and excruciatingly obvious. But I do love this era of fashion, with the close-cut, tailored layers and big dramatic hats, as if Edwardian dreaminess took a step toward modernity. That's an accurate mirror of my history and preferences, and if I could replicate this vibe in my closet without spending way too much money or way too much time, I absolutely would.
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the bastard |
| What Kind of Chaotic Academic Are You? |
My immediate reaction was that this description is a dead ringer for Margo Hanson in The Magicians, who is one of my favorite characters on that show. (Funny how it was so unsatisfying in so many ways when I watched it, but now that I'm reading the fanfiction, I'm finding so much to love about it.) There are a lot of ways in which Margo and I are not at all alike: that whole BDE, peeps wanna fuck you, you became the bastard to break out of a mold that didn't fit you, everyone thinks you're lazy and purposefully disagreeable, no self-deprecation, no one can touch you thing is not really me. But. The footnote on this quiz says this is kind of a measure of "how you emerged from educational institutions," and if I look at this description that way? Just about all of this fits.
I have always loved to learn, but I have hated how everyone wanted me to learn. The assumption that every assignment, every test, every rigid template of expression was necessary and the only way to accomplish something has been the bane of my K-12 education. In that environment, I was lazy, disagreeable, and unyielding. I think the only reason I got the grades I did was because my dad emphasized how sometimes academia is just jumping through hoops to get to the stuff you want. And so I jumped. As lackadaisically as possible sometimes, but I jumped. Until I made it to college and suddenly everything about learning was what I'd always wanted it to be.
The parts of this result that I recognize in all areas of my life—a strong sense of self; knowing how to say no; being authentic and clever and fiercely loyal to the small group of people I'm close to; working at my own pace and accomplishing things to my own high standards—those were only possible to express because I was also stubborn and unimpressed and, yes, a bastard of sorts in the formative years of my education. They are anchored in my identity now because I had to fight for them then...and have fought for them again and again in other rigid, unimaginative spaces in my life. They are the root of why I see myself as a Ravenclaw, and much of my growing up has involved learning how to express them more subtly and warmly and openly when the stakes are not so high.
It's still a little strange to think of being akin to Margo Hanson, and I usually shy away from embracing or glorifying my more prideful tendencies, but I think in this case, I'm happy to see myself as a bastard. I hope I continue to bring that energy to bear when I, or others, most need it.