My type changes a lot, but the one unchanged theme seems to be the type of cuteness that works without trouble. I get turned on by hair hastily clipped up, no or very little makeup, simple clothes, and an expression that implies this person is too busy thinking or doing stuff to care beyond the basics. Oh, and glasses.

Yeah, but I think they had a lot of job satisfaction, if you know what I mean.

Aimée, I will not wear a kilt. Give that to ND.

looks at Brits askance

Well, we got eventually over that whole have to conquer the world thing. To everything there is a season, I guess ...

As a Scot, we have license to rage outwardly. As a Canadian, that's considered impolite. Welcome to my psychosis.

Aimée, I will not wear a kilt.

::makes note to Pete's No Fun list: Will not wear kilt::

Welcome to my psychosis.

Quite. I always thought a Dutch berserker to be a contradictory notion, but Bonnie Prince Charlie was all too happy to hire them for his war.

::makes note to Pete's No Fun list: Will not wear kilt::

I HAVE A 'NO FUN' LIST?!?

Jeeze, woman, you'll give me a complex.

I think I'm the combo of one of the guys/beautiful (as uncomfortable as it makes me to use that particular term, and as much as I feel I need to explain/disclaim the use of it here as particular to the type I get pinned as) freak, depending.

Pretty much what I feel like, though I'm sure others see it different (the loud annoying drunkard is the other option).

I've never been in a fight, for pretty much the reasons Pete outlines. Plus, I'm always the one who's all, "This fighting thing is cutting into my drinking time! Let's just stop with the fighting, okay?" But yeah. The day I'm cornered into a fight, it ain't gonna be pretty.

I know what types I'm not. I fear what type I am.

my ideal type is, like, a logger or something. And if he wears a tux, he has to know how to fistfight in it

You know, there's a paraphilia-related entry in Wikipedia that talks about just this. Made me feel a little spied on.

As a Scot, we have license to rage outwardly. As a Canadian, that's considered impolite. Welcome to my psychosis.

But - that's why y'all drink, right? Turning the rage into boozing!

As an Alaskan, I have carte blanche to drink and to fight. It's What We Do. (And then we smoke pot and have sex. Because that's all there is to do up there.)

Burrell is sexy librarian, but with the caveat that she does not have that primness the stereotype implies. Juliana and Aimee both seem to be broads--in the fun, sexy, boozy, tough-talking kinda way. JZ is adorable street urchin. Me, I think I"m totally one of the guys sadly.