Greetings, disgruntled twentysomethings. Did you miss Gossip Girl as much as I did? That is to say, mildly, kind of like you miss Stovetop stuffing the 10 months of the year it isn’t acceptable to eat it at two meals a day? This week, Serena finally found herself a worthy adversary in her weaselly artist boyfriend’s perky, pithy ex; Jenny remembered that she’s a fifteen-year-old and is supposed to worry about boys rather than her career; Bart is slimy and evil; and Nate and Vanessa are so doing it. I hope! SOMEONE has to do it! This show has been as racy as Baptist sleepaway camp lately.

V, it is your own fault for believing a 15-year-old made this dress.
Have I mentioned how much I love Dorota? When Blair and Chuck were making their little wager, she was lurking, concerned, in the background, just being deeply, deeply awesome. I love how she bakes and Blair says she’s the one doing it, and how she frowns on physical interpretations of Cyndi Lauper’s “She Bop.” (“God is watching, Miss Blair.”) And how she appears to loathe Chuck more than mildew on bathtub grout. She uses Facebook! She thinks long hair equals whore! She may be nudging Chuck out of first place in the Characters I Want to Get Drunk With and Play With Each Other’s Hair sweepstakes.
The evil Constance Billiard Ho Bag Squad reared its many heads again this week as everyone schemed about the winter’s most importantest social event ever, the Snowflake Ball. (Srsly?) One evil wench enlisted Jenny to make her a dress for the ball (which was, BTW, hagsville), and Jenny, in a fit of pique over Vanessa’s perceived betrayal (OMG she kissed Nate! When she spent the beginning of the season, you know, kissing Nate! Horror!), passed on Token Minority’s see-through designer gown to Vanessa so she’d take her knickers on parade in front of 17-year-old New York society.