"Dad, the only thing more vomit inducing than you enjoying my boyfriend's sloppy seconds is this Boy George hat I borrowed."
We’re back! Well
played, Sandy, well played. No Gossip
Girl for us last week, although technically it was a repeat of that one episode
I didn’t write about (mostly because it was booooooring). I’m hoping tonight isn’t a repeat of those 42
minutes during which I played a few rounds of Pyramid Solitaire on
Facebook.
To begin with, I hate to tell you this Barry Watson, but
Serena’s slept with EVERYONE and so has Nate, so there are some really high
odds of you having slept with their entire lists combined. Later the plot thickens because –ahem- Lily’s
been there, too. Skanky really runs in
this family.
New low, GG writer’s room.
Like I said – they have to be trolling us now.
Speaking of low - I hate Ivy. And I hate that we appear to own the same pair
of fierce red jeans that I sincerely love.
I’m going to try to erase them from my mind, while simultaneously
praying Jenny ventures back to Brooklyn and kicks Ivy in her smoker throat.
Let’s switch gears to our King and Queen. I miss the Met Steps days when Blair was
always the perfect fashion icon.
Thankfully her significant-non-significant other is a little more on the
mark (or rather the stylists are doing a better job). There are two reasons I watch Gossip Girl:
Chuck and Blair’s clothing choices, and their pop culture banter. I saw that non-subtle Facebook IPO reference
you made there! They head to an
equestrian event, which is full of some pretty marvelous sartorial choices
until the Van der Woodsen’s show up in the frame again, and Sage assaults my eyes with an awful too-small hipster fedora.
Remember when Bart was dead?
Life was so much better then.
Two final thoughts:
1. Nate, I promise if you start chronicling your
own sordid past, your company will be JUST fine.
2. He-Who-Is-Hairy is becoming a most glorious
afterthought. GO SHAVE.
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