I’ve often wondered, and who hasn’t really, which Golden Girl I most identify with and why? I’m clearly not a Rose, and I’m obviously no Blanche. But I’m torn between Sophia and Dorothy. Truth be told, as much as I’d like to fancy myself the bad ass Sophia, I’m a Dorothy through and through.
I had to be sure. So I took “The Test.”
After answering a series of questions pertaining to Mister Burt Reynolds, caftans and cheesecake, the computer agreed with me. I’m a Dorothy.
The more I think about it, the easier it become to find the “Spots” in the sitcom.
I was going to take the Designing Women Test, sure I just had to be a Julia, but after several questions I became too afraid my results would brand me an Anthony and I nervously quit.
While not a sitcom, were I a Steel Magnolia, I’d be Miss Clairee Belcher. No question.
Sadly, and I have a sinking feeling this personal assessment is dead on, had I attended Easton as one of the gals from the Facts of Life, I’d be an eerie and unexpected cross between Natalie and Blair.
Ugh. The shame overwhelms me.
But hey. At least I’m not a Jo…