I found this fun quiz sponsored by The Tudors on today’s Early Buzz on PopCandy (thanks Whitney!). It’s entitled “Who the Tudor Are You?” and after answering a few simple questions, it identifies who you would be in Tudor England. To my surprise and shock (being Roman Catholic and all…), I am a Bishop and can expect to live for another 11 years so long as I keep the King happy – lucky me:
Who the Tudor are you?
Cute! I’m a nun. Works for me!
Lezlie
I hope that you’re at least a slightly devious nun. I want no piety on my blog.
Nice…I am a pheasant farmer who smells and only talent is to procreate. Fortunately, I will only live seven more years in this miserable existence!
Hopefully you will get to procreate with a handsome rogue. Do whatever you want. I’ll give you absolution on your deathbed. 
Thank you for spending at least a few of your remaining moments of Tudor hell on my blog, Amy.
I’m a Lady-in-Waiting. I have eleven more years to find a husband that will improve my social status.
That must be wonderful to sit and stitch all day. I would like for you to report any maleficence back to me discreetly. If you do so in a timely manner, I’ll be sure to find you a strapping young buck who will make the rest of your days a sheer pleasure.
I’m an abbess…not bad for someone who doesn’t go to church!
Well done, Madame! We’ll make a great team.
I’m evidently a Nun and have another 21 years to live if I remain chaste. LOL
The challenge would be to live 21 without being chaste. LOL
What fun would that be?
LOL! I’m a prostitute. How did that happen?
LOL!!! See what happens when you daydream during Mass? You need to find a rich patron so you’ll be upgraded – or bring me some dirt on someone of consequence. I just hate this for you.
I got Prostitute too! Apparently I will only live another 2 years at the most.
Oh, Alice. I’m sure this is your mother’s fault somehow. I hate this for both you and Chris.
Oh my goodness, that was fun. I’m a Queen!
Your Highness! You have my undying loyalty.
I got prostitute as well. Not surprising given that I answered that I work in government and make less than $15000 a year right now…
Ah well. I can only hope the syphilis takes me quickly so I don’t linger with the disease.
Please call me before you go crazy and I’ll hear your last confession. My poor, poor girl.
I’m a peasant. The ending sentence is “You should be grateful that at the age of 37 death has probably taken you by now!”
Just remember that all your earthly toils will earn you jewels in your crown in heaven…
Ha! I’m a prostitute too. I wasn’t going to post that until I saw several others posting the same thing. How does that happen!?!?!
The real question is how did an upstanding Bishop such as myself end up with so many trollops for friends?
Great, my wife tells me she is now a prostitute.
Cute but thin. Sorry to pick, but the ‘test’ was not.
I am a Bishop-and that is no promise of any virtue. So many were absent and simply wanted the income. But at least it was fun, and the title is clever. So too this page. I am afraid I am over-dosed in things Tudor. My library goes to almost 1500 academic texts.
It began with genealogy-and Tudor merchant ancestors in city government ( & MORE ).
Am I the only person who finds such great merit in the two movies by Shekhar Kapur ( Blanchett & Rush, et al )?? I am so sorry no one seems to have observed anywhere on the merit of these films. Yes, they dance all over facts, but it is amazing to find the fellow Kapur has so well portrayed the culture of his adopted(?) land. He seems authentic in his attempt to convey the merits of the West, especially what may be presumed to be the fruit of the 16th century & beyond-tolerance & more. That is WHY people die to get to the West. I have both DVD’s and have viewed them repeatedly, wondering if I am too glib or simple to ‘criticize’, but I continue to see great virtue in the works. Any fool can pick at factual detail-I do think both were instead visual ‘tonal poems’, high art in fact, intended to covey the merits of our culture. I see the critics ( especially the inflated academics ) as fools who would starve at a banquet, if the wine was the wrong year.