It’s tough to buy gifts for the friend who loves to read. The choice should seem obvious, shouldn’t it? Buy a book. But what type of book? What has she read? What does he want to read? Hardcover or paperback? New or used? The questions are endless. And that’s before you even get into accessories. Are bookmarks too cliché? Will she even use them? Are all those gadgets really necessary?
When Monday rolls around, I'm usually gathering all of the snacks I can find, burrowing into my couch, pulling a blanket to my chin, having a mini freak-out, and anticipating the glory that is Gossip Girl. Seriously, that television production has rendered me completely useless every Monday for nearly three years now. But, it's been a good run...Until now.
The entire season of Gossip Girl thus far has been the foreplay to the ultimate climax in a brewing 'Serana take down' courtesy of Team Brooklyn (i.e. Jenny, Vanessa, and Juliet). And not the good kind that gets you all hot and bothered. More like 'what the hell are you doing with your hands, drunken frat pledge?' foreplay. Read: horrific.
I don't know what those Gossip Girl writers are smoking over there at CW HQ but it must be laced with something bad because this show has turned into the worst piece of crap in TV history. Seriously, I think I'd rather watch a Hoarders marathon than this dribble. This episode just makes me so angry.
OK, let's get the best part of the show out of the way early, shall we? Blair pushed Rachel Zoe down, a fondue chocolate bowl fell on her head, and she said, "I die" in that deranged elf voice. And I trembled with glee. It was BANANAS. Not to mention, that was probably enough calories for Zoe for the week!
Only on Gossip Girl can the episode begin with two beautifully (albeit overdressed) designer clad ladies eating crumpets at a spicy cafe in Paris while discussing Blair's future date with Louis, whom is (naturally) a Prince. I'm serious, the Disney Channel couldn't make this sh*t up.
The world's largest nerd orgy, otherwise known as Comic-Con, kicks off today in San Diego and we're celebrating the dork-a-palooza by focusing on entertainment's sexiest geeks. From the guys who never the leave the house without polishing their suspenders to to the guys who refuse to hide their acapella affiliations, we're covering every kind of nerd and dork that's out there.
First, every television set in America goes digital, and now TV is going 3D? Yes, people, the future is here. According to MSNBC, ESPN will be the first network to go 3D this June, dubbing their new station ESPN 3D (rather original) and fulfilling every sports fanatic’s wet dream for a decade.
Yesterday, this post on Jezebel pointed me towards this utterly, utterly ridiculous Times of London article that claims college-bound British ladies are increasingly enrolling in American universities—primarily to meet “Ivy League educated males.”
Remember when Jenny Humphrey was just a cool, normal chick from Brooklyn? You know, before she dropped out of school to become a punk rock fashion designer and well before she became the biggest bitch on the UES?
For a week there, I thought that my beloved Gossip Girl was destined to go the way of The O.C., becoming a drama where the only superior things were wardrobe choices. But after watching episode two of the season, it seems that the drama and romance we cannot live without is here to stay and growing better by the week.
Serena Van der Woodsen is back in the tabloids, Blair and Chuck are still smooching, and Nate’s dating the family enemy? Sounds like we’re setting up for a season full of OMFG!
Welcome freakin’ back, Gossip Girl! I officially screamed at my television last night. Bring on the juicy. Let me...