I actually found myself saying that to someone at a dinner the other night, after she ordered the pork, while I opted for the codfish.
“I’m not a pork queen!” I exclaimed proudly, wanting to hide under a rock as the room fell silent.
Which reminds me:
I’m a response queen, so I need you to tell me what kind of queen you’re not.
Even if you’re not a queen at all, please go along with that cliched saying and fill in something to make it accurate for yourself.
Complete: “I’m not a ____ queen.”