Serie Tv Tipo Gossip Girl Biography
Welcome to New York's Upper East side where the wealthy and connected mingle at benefits and try to deal with their always dramatic love lives, not to mention picking colleges. Blair Waldorf is the so-called toast of adolescence in her world; she and her friends, Kati Farkas and Isabel Coates, go to a prep school and fancy parties with their rich parents. Blair is envied by her adversaries because she is thought to have the perfect life, not just because of her gorgeous boyfriend, Nate Archibald, but because she's also planning on getting into her dream college, Yale. With everyone worried about college(or procrastinating on worrying, which everyone seems to be doing), and senior year dragging along, her seemingly perfect life is interrupted by her ex-best friend, the beautiful Serena van der Woodsen, coming back into town after getting kicked out of boarding school. Serena comes back into her life...
During the particularly bleak summer of my 11th year, I spent a month hiding from my wicked step-mother in the basement bedroom I shared with my sister. No TV, no movies, and very little radio reception meant I read more than usual, and when I went through my own summer reading, I started borrowing from my sister, whose taste ran mostly to Goosebumps and Choose Your Own Adventure books (which were, admittedly, totally awesome). But she did have some racier titles tucked away. The book I remember in particular was about a girl who got run over by her best friend after sleeping with the friend's boyfriend while high as a kite on strawberry-flavored hash. The dead girl then somehow inhabits the body of her murderous friend and spends the book trying to figure out how she died, while intermittently having second-hand, multi-positional sex with the newly reunited couple.
It was disturbing and sexy and taboo and I read it twice in one day.
What's the point of all this, you ask? The point is this: Given the alluring, soft-lit ads that the CW has been spinning out about the new Gossip Girl TV show, I was really hoping the book would have that same sort of effect. I was hoping that somewhere out there, a sheltered teenage girl was hiding this book under her mattress and pulling it out in secret to learn about blow jobs and pot smoking and underage drinking.
To be fair, Gossip Girl does cover this ground amply--its debauched youths smoke French cigarettes on the steps of the MET, drink cosmos and vodka tonics in swank hotel bars, molest each other, sleep around, and buy pot in Central Park. Unfortunately, though, the sense of taboo is lost. Don't get me wrong--I'm not asking for moralizing. I just think it takes away a lot of the fun when no limits are being defied. These kids don't have to steal liquor from their parents' cabinets--they buy them at members-only, A-list clubs. They don't have surreptitious sex in the back of parked cars--they get seduction advice from their parent's lovers. If I had read this as a teenager, I wouldn't have had anything to live vicariously through. It would simply have been too unimaginable that I could possibly experience anything that these uber-cool semi-adults do.
My other qualm (well, main qualm--I have limited space here) is the overall irony of the book. Cecily Von Ziegesar (what an appropriate name, no?) gets it--Her anonymous gossip-blogger gets it. Her artsy outcast reading Camus on the traffic island gets it. Her rebel-turned-reject heroine gets it. And they're all above it, too. Beautiful wild-child Serena may be so worried about her future that she 'can't taste her Tic Tacs,' but at the end of the day, she still knows how to play the game: "She could keep up with the likes of Christina Aguilera and Joaquin Phoenix. No Problem." The outcast may succumb to his fantasies of what it would be like to escort a rich girl to a benefit party while wearing an Armani suit, but he'll end up taking the suit back to the department store before he makes a fool of himself. This is exactly the problem. They know too much to make fools of themselves. Even when they fuck up--even when they sleep with their best friend's boyfriend, when they spend a night vomiting on themselves n their own bed--there's no embarrassment, no regret. Nothing at stake. They're still beautiful and rich and savvy no matter what, and they'll always get what they want eventually.
Not for nothing though, Gossip Girl still includes such gem observations as "Blair...gap[ed] at Nate's hard-on. It looked like it was going to take over the world," and may be able to single-handedly re-educate us fogeys on the multitudinous uses of the word 'slut.' So that's gotta count for something. Thx, GG!
Welcome to New York's Upper East side where the wealthy and connected mingle at benefits and try to deal with their always dramatic love lives, not to mention picking colleges. Blair Waldorf is the so-called toast of adolescence in her world; she and her friends, Kati Farkas and Isabel Coates, go to a prep school and fancy parties with their rich parents. Blair is envied by her adversaries because she is thought to have the perfect life, not just because of her gorgeous boyfriend, Nate Archibald, but because she's also planning on getting into her dream college, Yale. With everyone worried about college(or procrastinating on worrying, which everyone seems to be doing), and senior year dragging along, her seemingly perfect life is interrupted by her ex-best friend, the beautiful Serena van der Woodsen, coming back into town after getting kicked out of boarding school. Serena comes back into her life...
During the particularly bleak summer of my 11th year, I spent a month hiding from my wicked step-mother in the basement bedroom I shared with my sister. No TV, no movies, and very little radio reception meant I read more than usual, and when I went through my own summer reading, I started borrowing from my sister, whose taste ran mostly to Goosebumps and Choose Your Own Adventure books (which were, admittedly, totally awesome). But she did have some racier titles tucked away. The book I remember in particular was about a girl who got run over by her best friend after sleeping with the friend's boyfriend while high as a kite on strawberry-flavored hash. The dead girl then somehow inhabits the body of her murderous friend and spends the book trying to figure out how she died, while intermittently having second-hand, multi-positional sex with the newly reunited couple.
It was disturbing and sexy and taboo and I read it twice in one day.
What's the point of all this, you ask? The point is this: Given the alluring, soft-lit ads that the CW has been spinning out about the new Gossip Girl TV show, I was really hoping the book would have that same sort of effect. I was hoping that somewhere out there, a sheltered teenage girl was hiding this book under her mattress and pulling it out in secret to learn about blow jobs and pot smoking and underage drinking.
To be fair, Gossip Girl does cover this ground amply--its debauched youths smoke French cigarettes on the steps of the MET, drink cosmos and vodka tonics in swank hotel bars, molest each other, sleep around, and buy pot in Central Park. Unfortunately, though, the sense of taboo is lost. Don't get me wrong--I'm not asking for moralizing. I just think it takes away a lot of the fun when no limits are being defied. These kids don't have to steal liquor from their parents' cabinets--they buy them at members-only, A-list clubs. They don't have surreptitious sex in the back of parked cars--they get seduction advice from their parent's lovers. If I had read this as a teenager, I wouldn't have had anything to live vicariously through. It would simply have been too unimaginable that I could possibly experience anything that these uber-cool semi-adults do.
My other qualm (well, main qualm--I have limited space here) is the overall irony of the book. Cecily Von Ziegesar (what an appropriate name, no?) gets it--Her anonymous gossip-blogger gets it. Her artsy outcast reading Camus on the traffic island gets it. Her rebel-turned-reject heroine gets it. And they're all above it, too. Beautiful wild-child Serena may be so worried about her future that she 'can't taste her Tic Tacs,' but at the end of the day, she still knows how to play the game: "She could keep up with the likes of Christina Aguilera and Joaquin Phoenix. No Problem." The outcast may succumb to his fantasies of what it would be like to escort a rich girl to a benefit party while wearing an Armani suit, but he'll end up taking the suit back to the department store before he makes a fool of himself. This is exactly the problem. They know too much to make fools of themselves. Even when they fuck up--even when they sleep with their best friend's boyfriend, when they spend a night vomiting on themselves n their own bed--there's no embarrassment, no regret. Nothing at stake. They're still beautiful and rich and savvy no matter what, and they'll always get what they want eventually.
Not for nothing though, Gossip Girl still includes such gem observations as "Blair...gap[ed] at Nate's hard-on. It looked like it was going to take over the world," and may be able to single-handedly re-educate us fogeys on the multitudinous uses of the word 'slut.' So that's gotta count for something. Thx, GG!
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