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What Kind Of Girl Are You?
Wednesday, October 20, 2004

I took the quiz . . . you can, too . . .


You're Progressive Girl





The description of the Progressive Girl is as follows:




Moderation in all things, excess in nothing.

-- Epicurus



Imagine that the Girl Next Door moved to the big city.      Think of Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally.      She's America's sweetheart with an urban sensibility.      She's a post-Christian spiritualist, a pre-Monica Clintonite, and a dues-paying member of at least one social-change organization like NOW, Planned Parenthood, or the Sierra Club.      You won't find her at an Earth First or PETA meeting, though.      Those are the Granola Girl's stomping grounds.      Progressive Girls want the world to be a better place, but they live out their politics in a moderate, left-of-center way.


If you are going to date a Progressive Girl, the one sin you can commit is to be a chameleon.      Molding your opinions to fit hers will lose her respect.      One very positive thing you can do is offer her new experiences -- the Progressive Girl is fearless about trying new things.      Whether it's pluralism, skydiving, Asian peanut sauce, or this book, the Progressive Girl is always looking for new ideas.


She Might Be a Progressive Girl if:


She drives: a small SUV but really wishes it got better mileage; once she can get a good hybrid, she will.


She can talk for more than ten minutes about: just about anything.


She begins her sentences with: "Susan Sarandon says..."


She'd never: pass up the chance for a new experience.


She owns any of the following: a water filter, a tabletop fountain, an acre of rain forest, a mutt from the pound.





You can check out the entire site at: Cooking to Hook Up: The Bachelor's Date-Night Cookbook and, of course, this quiz falls under the All Rights Reserved caveat of the authors' site - and is respectfully used here with all links back to the original site.


(c)   2004    A Southern Belle's Life


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