Far be it from me to fence-sit, but varying degrees of slam for me please?
Self-depreciation - this is a bit of an NI (dare I whisper it, British?) thing - descends in to tall poppy syndrome often as not. Intellectual curiosity - when not moving in to over spinning of disparate plates / ADHD, umm and I still haven't read that book about Palestine. Joie de vivre - you and the huffy one have the family compliment of dour, so I think I'm onto a winner. Unfortunately, if I fail on these counts, attractive femininity notwithstanding, I have impeccable taste in men - none of them are worthy (oh, bugger self depreciation)