Which Sister Are You?

1: At school, you tend to hang with:

The same group of friends I’ve been hanging with since third grade.

The misfits: the blue-haired punks, the poetry-writing freaks, the angry lesbian brigade.

I flit between the groups, belonging to no clique but my own personal one.

The fabulous people—but not through any effort of my own; they come to me.

The jocks.

2: Your dress style is best described as:

Vintage dresses mixed with punky skirts and band Ts.

Designer fabulousness; if it doesn’t say Calvin, Marc or Stella, I’m not interested.

Sweats and running shoes or Tevas.

Anything pretty and girlish, flowy skirts and sweater sets.

Sevens and funky t-shirts.

3: Which of these books most floats your boat?

The Bell Jar

To Kill A Mockingbird

The Devil Wears Prada

Rubyfruit Jungle

Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood.

4: Your taste in music tends toward:

Girl rock with a country or folk edge, a la Dixie Chicks, Lucinda Williams and Ani DeFranco.

Runs the gamut from old-school punk (Ramones) to art rock (Sonic Youth) to twee bands like Belle & Sebastian.

Anything with a groove and a little sex appeal, from Justin Timberlake to Amy Winehouse.

Eclectic. I love Miles Davis, Chopin and The Kills equally.

Poppy dancey stuff, like Britney and Madonna.

5: Your crush objects tend to be:

Musicians, writers, tortured souls—tattoos and deep emotions a must.

Anyone who’s hot, be it a prep-school guy or the gardener.

Nice guys, the kind you meet in the library or at basketball games.

I don’t have time for frivolous little crushes.

My best friends, though I’d never tell them.

6: The fights that you and your parents most often have are due to:

My parents’ annoying need to know every detail about my life. Excuse me, but am I not my own person?

Curfew. I’m always getting busted for staying out too late.

It’s a tie: my credit card bill or whichever guy I’m dating.

I generally do what my parents tell me to do so we don’t fight much.

My weight. My parents are always hassling me about my body.

7: When you’ve got spare time on your hand, you:

Shop till I drop. Shopping’s not just a hobby; it’s a calling.

Grab the latest copy of The New Yorker, or a new book of poetry and head to my favorite coffee house to sit and read in solitude.

Rock out, practicing my guitar/bass/drums/violin. Or write a blog. Or organize a protest march against the genocide in Darfur.

Go running or play Ultimate Frisbee with a group of girlfriends.

Watch reality TV shows, especially America’s Next Top Model and American Idol.

8: When you go to a party, you’re most likely to:

Head for the CDs and anoint myself deejay.

Scope for the hottest guy to hook up with and seduce him in a quiet corner.

Find a perfect seat and watch everyone, analyzing their looks and attitudes, maybe even silently critiquing their lapses in style and taste.

Base in the kitchen with my best friend, giggling at all the cute guys but not talking to them.

Hang with my posse of friends, guys and girls, in one big group but it’s totally platonic.