Beyond Betty and Veronica

Someone once said, "Every woman is either a Betty or a Veronica." (I think this wise person may have been a character in some long forgotten movie from the mid-eighties where Samantha Mathis plays a teen brimming with angst and ennui but without the benefit of an equally alienated Christian Slater to console her.) I am neither. I'm not the girl next door, nor am I the rich bitch two towns over.

(Though I do covet Veronica's sleek, black do.)

However, I am a Miranda.

And I'm totally a Dorothy.

I couldn't find a quiz for it, but I'm sure I'm a Jo Polniaczek, too. (With maybe a soupçon of Natalie.)

I once was a Bette, but now apparently I'm a Rosalind.

(26% grit, 62% wit, 24% flair, and 2% class! That 2% class is actually a bit high.)