"We're there to support each other no matter what."
I'd say that's a win-win.
“Student prostitution is an epidemic.”
Perhaps, it's the intensity of having to adjust to New York City, the obligatory loneliness of being a college freshman, the stress of expectations and the hopelessness of debt but there's something going on at my alma mater and many other prestigious schools like it.
News broke earlier this week that James Franco's "Directing The Actor II" professor, Dr. Jose Angel Santana, is suing NYU after allegedly being fired for giving him a D. Santana claims the bad grade was given because James missed 12 out of 14 classes during the semester and that Franco was given special treatment because of his celebrity status.
Remember when you were a freshman and lived in a dorm that smelled like mildew? Well check out Dakota Fanning's freshman crib. She has a two-bedroom apartment all to herself. At many colleges, all freshman are required to live on campus, but I guess that doesn't apply when you've been in The Cat in the Hat.
Everyone knows Gossip Girl is not real. Unlike "The Hills" and "The City," who try to play themselves off as reality, Gossip Girl is simply a scripted indulgence with a little over-the-top drama peppered in...every 5 seconds. Still, though, sometimes I'd like to think that this show, my guiltiest of guilty pleasures, maintains some semblance of what life is really like on the UES of NYC.
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.”
Last night's episode of Gossip Girl was good. Really good. Not only is there a pretty handsome new man lurking (and dealing drugs) on the Upper East Side, but Chuck Bass continued his streak as the good boy by protecting J-Humph from this bad boy's ways. And if you didn't totally swoon when Chuck told him off, you obviously have something seriously wrong with your libido.
It was like any Monday night around here. I came back from the gym, had a little dinner, did a little reading and gathered with the roomies to watch some Gossip Girl. There was the usual Jenny drama (homegirl is such a bitch!), some witty banter, a funny ploy by Chuck to get Serena and Blair to make up...and makeout, and ho-humness over at NYU.
I think we can all agree that it's not nearly as fun watching Vanessa Abrams be a bitch as it is watching Blair Waldorf. Mostly because Blair doesn’t normally get bogged down by remorse…at least not right away.
Yesterday was the best day ever. First, my Communications teacher decided to show Gossip Girl in our class and then the CW broadcast a fabulous new episode and finally developed the “Rufus Humphrey’s kid is hiding out in New York” plot line. Oh, and I got to see Dan Humphrey do a Walk of Shame. Yay, life.
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.