You’re either a Betty or a Veronica.

One of my favorite movies of all time is This Is My Life with Julie Kavner, Joy Behar, Carrie Fisher, Samantha Mathis, and Gaby Hoffmann.  I love it right down to the Carly Simon songs (My favorite being "You’re the Love of My Life.")  While babysitting the girls one night, Marita Geraghty (Nancy Taylor from Groundhog Day) teaches Gabby Hoffmann and Samantha Mathis a life lesson.  Veronica Lodge, a seexy to the hilt shlongaholic, always gets what she wants, and sweet blonde Betty Cooper, quite simply, always wants what Veronica has.  "But a Betty can grow up to be a Veronica."  It’s all about being comfortable in your own skin…

… or if you’re less into print and more into the small screen, you’re more Mary Ann than Ginger, more Jo than Blair. Mary Ann worked the gingham and pigtail fantasy, a homespun beauty who knows a thing or two about the stuff that happens in haystacks.  Ginger is all hips and lips, and she goes down smooth with her whiskey voice.  Ginger wears garters, and sometimes she’ll opt for the boy shorts that I adore.  I know men prefer the low maintenance Polnacheks and Mary Anns of the world, the Hanes Her Way women, to the Warners who look like walking Breck commercials.  All the Bettys wish they had the grace and patience, the poise, to be Veronicas.  Betty always wanted what Veronica had.  Grass greener thing, I guess.  But all the boys want the chill, no make-up, wifebeater chicks who don’t bother trying.  Well, I am shite out of luck then… ’cause I’m all Ginger baby… and I’m so Veronica about that.