These are a few of my FAVORITE THINGS

"Is he like, on Gossip Girl or something?"
--Our Lord & Savior...um, I mean, the President of the United States, Barack Hussein Obama!

ALL ABOUT DOROTA

Congrats on the new V CAST series!



It's called "Chasing Dorota" and in the commercial it is implied that she has a love interest (with the doorman or something, nice one). Of course there were no videos to be found either.
I've never seen a V CAST. The Verizon site didn't have any info because they're mean about restricting everything to subscribers only. And I'm not one.


I think the answer is actually N/A.

Then I stumbled upon something fantastic:


That looked like this:

Match Point!
Game, set and match.
Match dot com much?
Wow, did you see how I just did that?
Like off the top of my head, just like that. What can I say, it's a gift.


One of many.





ONLY ONE MORE WEEK TO GO...Let's watch it on the projector.

Yes, I post a lot of stuff about GG because I FUCKING LOVE IT. XOXO BITCHES

GOSSIP GIRL HERE

Tonight's GG, "Pret-a-Poor-J" did indeed runneth over with predictable plot lines and the same ole love triangles, quadrangles, hexagons, etc. But in no uncertain terms do I wish to trash the show, it's too easy--and like Richard @ Gawker has duly noted, this 'dramedy' can only be viewed in the light of comedy, where often the joke is on the show's creators, themselves (I'm talking to you, Josh Schwartz). The writers of this show are not ignorant of the cliches, farce and sometimes seemingly unintentional satire for which they themselves are responsible. For those of us who shouted in gleeful agreement with New York Magazine's declaring it the Best.Show.Ever...we the people, get. this. show. We love it not in spite of its flaws, but for all the forty-two odd minutes of its utter ridiculousness.

As the title suggests, little Jenny Humphrey gets to carry the episode, now that she's dropped out of Constance and is the big bright shining star of Eleanor Waldorf Designs, all while being home-schooled with/by Vanessa (though please note that V still finds time to "run" the Rufus gallery, attempt to save non-Williamsburg Brooklyn bars and also make movies--that are now for her admission to NYU). Anyway, Willa Holland shows up at the 'Atelier' playing the role of a model named "Agyness," so basically one is to assume that had this taken place during, say 1995, she'd go by "Kate." But I digress...so Agy is doing a fitting with J, and they become like, insta-Be Fri's. Meanwhile, Eleanor keeps taking credit for J's designs, but neglects to follow through on her promise to let lil J meet 'n greet the all the oh-so-important buyers. Not fair! What's an aspiring fashionista to do? How 'bout flee the stuffy UES and head downtown to party with Agy AND (here's where it gets really good) her 'photographer' friend, "Max"--i.e. the Mark Hunter to her would-be Cory Kennedy. The Cobrasnake--I mean, Max takes a bunch of Last-Night's-Party-esque pix of the two crazy gals, and J is eating it up. Unfortunately, she has to pull an all-nighter for Eleanor (to copy a dress she designed but with Waldorf fabric) in preparation for the presentation tomorrow with Bendel's and Bergdorff's--Eleanor has of course promised Jenny that she will be allowed to sit in on the meeting, but obviously dramatic irony is at work here, and we know it's not gonna happen. Jenny is forced to turn down A and M's oh-so tempting offer to go meet up with a stylist for Paper Mag and Nylon (wowzer!), and head back uptown. Pret-A-Poor-J, indeed.

Meanwhile, Nate "man-bangs" Archibald continues to shack up chez Humphrey, much to the chagrin of Vanessa (whose hair btw, was not nearly as fug as it was last week). Ever noticed how pretty much everything in life gets that girl's American Apparel knickers in a twist? To V, the Devil Wears Headbands--sometimes Prada ones, too--though V's too high up on her moral high horse to notice (side note: whatever happened to her Vespa?). Yes, the girl (Blair) is back in town--err, back in Brooklyn (omg ew!). You see the Blair and Chuck cat and mouse game, the song that never ends...oh, but sing on, B since Serena has managed to enlist Dan and his 'male perspective' to advise over the situation. I have to say, although B & C are pretty much the number one reason to watch this weekly charade, the whole "say those three words, no you say them first, no you, OK no nookie, OK fine" shtick has definitely run its course, especially after last week's Cruel Intentions episode. But back to Brooklyn--Serena and Dan are somehow on good terms again, I guess because last week she apologized for turning him back into the pumpkin, I mean, social outcast that he was pre-Serena. So S convinces B that D is the one who can truly help her get Chuck to scratch her itch (that only he can scratch). Blair finds that Dan does indeed have a few good ideas, and off she goes on her quest of seduction.

The 'Bedford Gallery'--because remember, the Humphrey's live in Williamsburg not D.U.M.B.O--is gearing up for another opening, and sparks fly when Serena meets the artist-in-residence, who is basically just Dan 'cept he's into light installations or something, rather than penmanship. He asks Serena out, but she refuses so as not to hurt poor Daniel. Mr. Artist gives her some crazy riddle to solve (I know, WTF) in exchange for a second chance to go out with him, but for the moment, S would rather mend her friendship with D than pursue a new romantic interest.

Speaking of interests, it seems Nate--maybe after accidentally walking in on a half-naked Jenny--may have a thing for Girl Humphrey. And while we're back to J, after slaving away all night for Eleanor, the boss takes her work and tells her to home because she looks like hell (yeah, all that eyeliner does make her appear rather cracked-out). Jenny is furious because this is her dress and Eleanor promised that she would get to meet the buyers today and maybe, finally get some credit for her work. When it becomes clear that's never gonna happen, J goes off on a tirade against Eleanor and walks out, taking her frocks with her--including, the green number that Serena wore on the catwalk (the one Andre Leon Talley just loved).

Everyone ends up back in Brooklyn for Mr. Artist's gallery opening, including Agy and Max, who it turns out went to RISD with Mr. Artist--small world! Agy is thrilled to hear about Jenny's Waldorf walk-out, and convinces her to start her own clothing line--I mean, she totes knows an Editor at Nylon, Max can shoot the campaign and OMFG it's gonna rawk. J, A and M ditch the gallery under the pretense of meeting up with all of Agy's so-called Hipster fashion connects, but instead they end up at Max's pad--what the show's set designer's perceive to be a way cool downtown loft. Agy pressures Jenny to dance with her in their bras to the Smith's while Mark, I mean, Max snaps away, how edgy, how cool.

Vanessa tells Dan about being used as "catnip" by Blair and Chuck in last week's episode (where I guess she was the Reese Witherspoon character, with bad hair), and she's ticked off that Dan would be willing to help someone as evil as Blair--because in her opinion, Chuck is the lesser villain of the two. Always the pawn, Dan sabotages Blair's final chance to be with Chuck angering Serena in the process, but not enough for her to turn her back on Dan. In the midst of asking Dan's permission (why?) to accept the date with Mr. Artist she suddenly solves the riddle and realizes that holleeee shitballs, they not only attended camp together as little tots in Switzerland, but were married on the bank of Lake Geneva, with licorice rings and everything! Sadly for S, she's too late, as she watches him whisk some other young lass away on his moped. Too bad, he would've been Dan with money, and hence, nothing over which to argue--didn't she almost have it all...poor S.

Chuck and Blair finally come to terms with the fact that they could never be an actual couple, that without the games, there's nothing between them. Finally! Sad for Blair, but happy for us, since it's been pretty obvious their romance was a one-way ticket to nowhere, and those two can now go back to wreaking havoc and hilarity on the lives of others, phew.

Back to those half-naked girls--Jenny's totally into it, until Nate--who apparently possesses the clairvoyance to know J's exact location--dashes in as J's "Knight in Shining Armani," who actually looks like a total L 7 in this 'uber edgy' downtown setting, but who cares as he whisks Jenny away, and out of this 'very dangerous' situation.' Surprise, surprise, Nate berates Jenny for being so foolish...and then they MAKE OUT. End Scene. Wonder how long it'll take Dan to break them up; place your bets.

Saving the best for last, which is actually the first scene--my god, after that My Fair Lady parody, I didn't think that could be topped, but--by george, she's got it! Well, Leighton does, anyway. The show opens with Blair fantasizing about sexing it up with Chuckie, while she, um, services herself (all with Kristen Bell narrating away)...until, gasp, Dorota walks in! Blair asks for a few more minutes of privacy, you know, just to finish a little project. D's response? "Remember, god is always watching."

Like I said...

XO XO

BFF

I personally like this guy. It appears some people do not.


Another thing I like...no love are my TOPSHOP tights.
Oh I love TS so much, I can't even talk about it.

Excerpt of the Day: No-No-No-Notorious

"I came from a school that was filled with girls like Tinsley." Jenny would never forget the Blair Waldorfs she had grown up half fearing, half longing to be, girls who made you feel like you didn't exist until they happened to need something from you. They'd assume you'd be will to drop everything for them, which of course, you would. But the truly dangerous girls the Serena van der Woodsens of the world because they were perfectly beautiful and nice, they were almost inhuman. Tinsley was somewhere in between--she had all the apparent perfections of a Serena, yet her mind was always scheming Like a Blair, always wanting more. " I can handle her." But Jenny was suddenly completely unsure of herself. She'd never be a Blair or a Serena or a Tinsley, only a Jenny. Would she always be a wannabe?
-- Notorious: an It Girl novel, created by Cecily von Ziegesar (author of Gossip Girl)

Backstory: was sent a box set of the entire It Girl series...along with this note:


tee hee...xo xo

omfg

ues: 10021

spotted at the palace hotel: s & b

so... HADAS...

Which ''Gossip Girl'' Are You?

You're Blair Waldorf

It'd be an understatement to say you have lot going for you-- a beautiful home, a beautiful boyfriend, and a beautiful wardrobe that anyone else would kill for. But for you, nothing is ever quite good enough. The idea that you're second best has practically been ingrained in you since birth and that's certainly not right. But that mentality has made you a bit greedy and hungry for more, more, more. Don't try to make your life into something that it's not-- you have a lot to be happy for so put on those pearls, curl those luxurious brown locks, and show the world who you really are, not who you want to be.

Like you said, you're a Waldorf. You don't let people tell you who you are, you show them.

Hey, it's Blair. I'm sorry I can't come to the phone right now, but I'm getting ready for the masked ball. See you tonight, if you recognize me, which you won't.



AND I ASKED MYSELF...

Which ''Gossip Girl'' Are You?

You're Serena van der Woodsen

You're the girl everyone wants to be-- except you, that is. Your good looks, good fashion sense, and good family name have garnered you a place in the spotlight. But that's not what you're looking to get out of life. People assume a lot about you based on your appearance and wealth, but what they don't know is that you have a big heart. Sure you've made mistakes, but you want to show everyone that there's more to you than what they see and what they read. Don't be afraid to take a stand-- you might be the only one willing to do so, but you'll be the better person for it.

But everyone knows Serena and everyone is talking.

This just in, S and B committing a crime of fashion. Who doesn't love a five finger discount, especially if one of those fingers is the middle one... Everyone knows you can't choose your family but you can choose you friends. And in a world ruled by bloodlines and bank accounts, it pays to have a pal. As much as a BFF can make you go WTF, there's no denying we'd all be a little less rich without them. And Serena and Blair? They do best things better than anyone. No, that's not a tear in my eye, it's just allergies. Without you, I'm nothing. Gossip Girl.