Well, I look like this. Sort of a churchgoing girl, right? Someone sweet and innocent and who can be trusted with small children? Not very assertive? Maybe even afraid of her own shadow? Not stupid. I can’t look stupid if I try.
In reality, I’m placed on the far left end of the political spectrum, I enjoy snarky humor, and I once made a telemarketer cry (but I felt bad about it later.) Small children kind of scare me at times–they seem fragile and I’m afraid I’ll drop them if they squirm too much. But I think my personality might be best summed up by this anecdote from high school, which really wasn’t all that long ago.
I was a prosecutor on our Mock Trial team, and at the time I looked even more innocent than I do now because I was fond of wearing my hair in Heidi braids, like the first two pics in the link, only neatly. (Damned cute on my head, if I do so say myself.) We were at the Mock Trial competition, and all the defense witnesses I cross-examined were expecting me to be a pushover–yeah, right, guys; not when it comes to competition. They were cross-examined to within an inch of their lives, and they never saw it coming. Our lawyer-advisor was incredibly proud; he called me a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He nearly died, though, when I contradicted one of the volunteer judges of the competition on the application of a law. The judge happened to be a very successful attorney in the area. Yes, I was wrong about the law, but I wasn’t going to let that slow me down. My mother started to cough, she was laughing so hard when the faculty advisor told her in parent-teacher conferences a few weeks later.
So, yeah, I’m not very submissive. At all. Or especially Heidi-ish. Which means I’m totally looking forward to presenting my paper on phallic imagery and sexual aggression/intimidation in Benito Cereno later this week. The class is going to be 1) uncomfortable, but 2) curious, and 3) there’s no way I’m not dressing to the full extent of my prim-and-properness. Bwah ha ha.
MIss Purl --I think you look nice, and intelligent.
Also, with the Heidi thing–what do you do with the rest of your hair, or is it ALL in braids? Enquiring minds want to know…
I am not sure–people think I’m pretty, I suppose. I know I also come across as decisive and responsible. But there is a distinct lack of responsibility in me and I dither quite a bit. I also really don’t see the pretty–I only see the 15 pounds of extra weight and the vitiligo, so I am no judge of just how my looks reflect my personality.
I do know that most folks think that I am somewhat prim; I would never swear or be familiar with slang etc–I don’t know why that is–maybe because I’m a nurse(?). Anyway, I do swear, quite alot and I do know slang. I don’t like potty humor, and I’m not into porn, so they’re right there–if that makes someone “prim”. Meh.
Funny how many of us seem to be in charge and yet aren’t. What would happen if we all just admitted it and then tried to do stuff? Would it be better or worse, if there was more honesty in social dealings? Another thread.
I think in some ways it does and some ways it doesn’t.
I’m Asian, 5’7" and dress a bit on the alternative side; green streaks in my hair, military dogtags and jackets, a whole lot of black and silver. It’s sort of a conflict, because I think Asian girls are expected to be quiet/giggly and ultrafeminine, but my dress code goes in the opposite direction, so people don’t know what to think. People also assume I’m confident because I have a good figure and I show a fair amount of skin sometimes. In addition, my posture and quick pace generally makes people think I’m totally antisocial.
In reality, I’m actually quite shy, but friendly once I warm up to someone. I’m rarely ever confident in my appearance, and as a soon-to-be college graduate without a real job lined up, I’m about as insecure about my situation as I can be.
And for some reason, people always peg me as bisexual. I don’t know how the hell people that don’t know me get that vibe, but they do.
I look like a sweet little school teacher. Look at me, standing there next to my dad and my husband. Don’t I look friendly? I am a teacher, but inside I am mean, devious, and perverse by vanilla standards. My dimples and big round eyes make me look kind of vacuous and pleasant. I look like the sort that would bring a gelatin mold to the church potluck, and wear a dress with a lace collar while doing so. I’m not, though. The me inside would wear a leather collar, leash, and bustier to a BDSM club. I occasionally like to draw blood, with fingernails or just by being sharp-tongued. I also hate gelatin molds and everything for which they stand.
Strangly enough, I am able to maintain the fiction of my demeanor with all but my husband and closest friends. Hardly anyone knows what a depraved lunatic I am.
I think I come across about the same as I look: not conventionally “hot,” but brainy and smart-assed.
I finally figured out (or came to accept) a few years ago that some women find me attractive and others don’t. And in both cases, I don’t waste any effort wondering why; I just go with it. Or her.
Well, my personality is a complex array of opposites, but in general no. I’m small (roughly 5’ 4" and 100 lbs soaking wet), so I tend to give an impression of a sweet little girl. Rather, I’m very cynical person, but no one expects that just looking at me (granted, no one can guess my age properly from looking at me either).
Did I mention I keep a big knife in my room? It’s purely decorative, but it has a decent edge to it–perfect for freaking out boys
I’d say that I generally have a matching looks/personality thing goin’ on. In general on my own, I’m a little quiet, somewhat shy, a little reserved. I’m about 5’8" or 5’9", really skinny guy, male … it pretty much matches.
I am an intellectual and look like one. In college, I was often asked if I taught there. Several times introduced as the “smartest person I know” as in “This is Mrs. O’Malley’s Cow, the smartest person I know.” to which I often cringed a little. I am more “girly” than I look. I am also more of a smart ass and alot tougher than I look.
I don’t think I look anything like I really am, truthfully. I’m TINY - 4’10", with fine bones, barely weigh 100 pounds (maybe not even?), size 1 clothes. Big blue eyes, sweet face, nice white-toothed smile. People who don’t know me tend to assume I’m just a cute little doll.
Not. I’m intelligent and witty with a wicked sense of humor and fun to match. I’ll give and take dares with immense glee and love to play pranks. When I swear like a sailor, it seldom fails to generate whiplash reactions in those around me – in part because they assume I’m a high school student until they get a close look at my face. I’m not one to back down easily although I will compromise when it’s reasonable. Fully adult, in other words, with a functioning brain and body to match.
No one seems to expect that in a teeny tiny lil thang like me.
I’m 5’3", 115 lbs, big brown eyes…other than that, we could be twins . I can’t remember how many times I’ve been told I don’t look a day over 18, and I’ll be 31 next month.
Of course, along with those assumptions about my age go the almost-always-incorrect assumptions about the kind of person I am. I love the “whiplash reactions” that I get when (a) people find out how old I really am and/or (b) when I let loose with a stream of socially unacceptable expletives.
Just this morning I was bullshitting with a co-worker and admitted that I really enjoy the whiplash reactions when people find out that I have tattoos. There’s more than one reason I bought a Miami Ink t-shirt.
No match. I’m 28 but look around 20, I’m short and thin, and I look like one of the nicest guys in the world. In reality, while I like to think of myself as nice, I am an arrogant, overbearing, overconfident bastard. Oh, and I’m pretty kinky too, despite my innocent looks.
Since I lost a lot of weight a couple of years back, I feel I look a lot more like my personality. I was never comfortable as a fat person–not because I have anything against fat people, but just because my mental image of myself didn’t fit with my actual image. I’m a tomboy, I enjoy a lot of traditionally male activities (roleplaying games, industrial music, motorcycling, ice hockey) and I usually dress in a very androgynous way, and being fat didn’t fit with that.
These days I look more like I expect myself to: 5’10", anywhere from 165-185 depending on how bad I’ve been, eating-wise, with short dark brown hair dyed white-blond on top, green eyes, and able to dress in the sorts of clothes I really enjoy and not look…wrong in them. I’d say I’m average looking, and I’m happy with that. I never had any desire to be super-attractive. Personally, being smart has always worked better for me anyway, and I’d be frankly uncomfortable if anybody but my spouse ever told me they thought I was sexy. I’m somewhat insecure but less so than I used to be when I was younger, and people tend to trust me–I guess I have an honest face. I’d post a photo but I was camera-shy so long when I was fat that I haven’t gotten into the habit of letting people take pics of me.
My boyfriend tells me I’m slowly morphing into an ostrich, inside and out, however, which is a little distressing. He came to this realization at the zoo on Sunday, as one came right up and looked at us with its mad little eyes.
I’m not one to back down easily although I will compromise when it’s reasonable. Fully adult, in other words, with a functioning brain and body to match.
