apparently, i belong in the 1940s

This is interesting because it pertains to my last two posts. I took a quiz to see what decade I should live in (oh, lazy summer afternoons of low productivity).

Here I was expecting the usual outcome of the 1960s, harboring the secret desire of getting placed in the 1920s. But the quiz surprised me. Well, actually, first it really pissed me off. The 1940s? You have got to be kidding me. The war effort. Racism. Lame clothes. Too much pro-America bull shit. World War II in general, and an overwhelming sense of pending doom for the whole decade and beyond. Awesome. Thanks, quiz.

But then I read the response and was surprised by it's relative accuracy. However, I was also scandalized, obviously. Let's take a look at this sucker (and let's also make fun of it because that's ultimately what I do best).

You belong in the 1940s!
You are the ultimate romantic at heart(1). You put a high priority on true love, patriotism, and dedication to honor and duty. Whether it be serving your country or serving your family, you have a very hard work-ethic balanced out by your whimsical, dreamy heart(2). You are willing to take risks, go where no one has gone before, and you have a sense of pride in everything you do(3). Just as you are in touch with your inner beauty, you also give just the right amount of focus on your outer beauty-- standing out with the latest fashions and getting in touch with your sensual side(4). Your sexiness is not scandalous but rather classy and poised. You are the envy of those around you because no matter how much tough work you have to do, you keep a smile and look good while doing it(5).

(1) As much as I hate to admit it, this is too true. I totally fall for the sappy crap of flowers, or the "they get back together at the end!", or "he doesn't get on the plane!", or "she doesn't get on the train!", or whatever. I have ideals about love that I don't discuss very often with anyone. In fact, if you ask me, I'll probably tell you I don't believe in true love or soul mates. But I guess that's why it says "at heart", right? My heart is private.
(2) Also too true. Look, I have dreams and aspirations. I day dream and have crazy ideas about things I want to do or see. But that doesn't mean I can't sit at a desk and file 300 copies of contracts in less than two hours (done and done). I work damn hard! There's lots to do people! Hurry the fuck up! I move fast and often work through lunch. But at the end of the day, I'm still a photographer, I'm still an artist, and I'm still kind of crazy.
(3) I would say this is entirely true, except that I don't think anyone can ever say this. Yeah, I was super dee duper proud when I went to see Good Charlotte in 9th grade! Well, I'm not proud now. Thanks a lot.
(4) Excuse me while I go laugh until my guts spill onto my keyboard and I die. L. O. Fucking. L. I guess you could call me stylish since nowadays it seems to be cool to mismatch your clothes and wear baggy shirts (god I had been waiting for this. Thank you, American Apparel). But sensual? Yeah. Go talk to my non existent love life then observe me awkwardly initiating conversation about glue sticks with a guy I like.
(5) Sounds like a line from Sex and The City (bleh), but shit - I can live with that. However if I am ever employed on a horse ranch, I promise you - I will not look good. Same goes with a zoo or fish market.

So there you have it. If I had to sum up this quiz's results in one sentence, looks like it'd be "I am a hot office babe and people love me." Nothing could be further from the truth. But it's all in sport.

What is interesting to delve into, however, is the fact that upon sneakily stalking my friend's results on Facebook, they are all pretty good descriptions of the people in a nutshell (give or take a couple - like that girl who is a huge bitch yet somehow still gets the "You're wonderful!" result. That's why people should let other people take quizzes for them).

I guess what I really believe though is this: you have a pretty good sense of yourself, at least on the subconscious side, and during a quiz, you are not actually actively participating in the quiz, but in fact, your subconscious is taking it for you. Thus, you know who you are, you know how to answer, and you know where you're headed for your results. It's all innate in the end. Like you really need a quiz to know which Hogwarts house you're in (sup, Ravenclaw, represent.)

this is what I call "the slow death of Facebook"

Whenever I log onto Facebook, I have at least three notifications. Can you guess what all three usually are?

a) Someone posting something on my wall or commenting on a photo of me, etc
b) The Heroes application telling me I just acquired a new super power
c) People commenting on my hilarious, witty, or beautiful status
d) Quizzes telling me my dumb ass friend just took a quiz that is totally retarded and that I should totally take it because it will waste my time and piss me off

A lot of the time, it's can be a, b, or c (yes I have the Heroes application. Shut up.) But guess what? More than half the time it is the answer d. Yes. Fucking quizzes.

Okay, so maybe I was little harsh in my description, but seriously? I get so many of these that I'm starting to hate logging into Facebook. Plus they are constantly in my news feed as well: "Random person you went to high school with and barely know just found out they are Princess Belle! Which princess are you?" Frankly, my dear, I don't give a flying fuck.

And it's not like I can just click "Hide" next to the news story and then automatically hide all quizzes forever. Nope. You have to hide each individual quiz as they show up. And I'm willing to bet there are a lot of quizzes on Facebook right now. Hence, there is no way I will ever hide them all. Ergo, I will continue getting quiz notifications and news stories for the rest of my life (or whatever).

I'll be honest: I've taken a few. You know, "Are you a true San Franciscan?" "What state do you belong in?" "Which Gilmore Girls character are you?" (wait, what?). But you don't see my results up in other people's faces. Why? Because I don't click "Publish." You also don't get notifications from me because, drum roll please, I DON'T INVITE ANYONE. Do people not get this? You don't HAVE to invite people to the quiz to get your results. They just make it seem that way. But if you look above the invite box, there is a link that says "continue to results." Click it. Please. In the name of everything holy, please click it.

Maybe some day I'll stop being asked what kind of drunk I am. Honestly, if you have to take a quiz to know that, I can tell you: you're a super drunk.

Please good people, unless the result is out of this world funny, keep it to yourself.

And thus ends another pointless rant by me. I guess, in the end, I do this for the humor.