I Am Chuck Bass

Discussed: One Of Us Actually Hates Sports (And All According Terminology), Neil Tennant - Poet, Cruelty Of Scheduling, Jockular Terminology I Actually Quite Like, Nemesis Of Flash Gordon, When Hubris Attacks, Possible College Course Of The Future: Bass-ian Intimacy In The 21st Century, Laziness As A Contagious Disease, Ned Ryerson, Hoping For A REALLY Busy Schedule Of Conflicts For Michelle Trachtenberghora

WHAT HAVE WE, WHAT HAVE WE, WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO DESERVE THIS?

It is as if the producers exist in some weird wide reaching world of Opposite Day, a crazy mixed up land where our relentless urgently heartfelt pleas of LESS two week hiatuses can only be met with one jubilant response from the cruel unfeeling programming cogs in the GG machine: MORE HIATUSES!

Well, as this last, and frankly most momentum-cock-blocking of GG hiatuses mercifully draws to a close, we felt this was as good a time as any to reflect on where we are, how we got here and what the view looks like.

Most episodic television would be winding down to a close at this point, but not the critically lauded and hype loving Gossip Girl - they ordered more episodes this season; so now what?

The CHAIR tension that fuels thousands of lusty daydreams week after week and distorts tween notions of normalcy and courtship in sensual/sexual relations has been played, if not into the ground, alarmingly close to the well fertilized topsoil. No complaints here, we got the human ipecac that was Jack Bass, taken down by Team Newly Reunited Chuck and Lily plus Chuck in Blair’s elevator with refused flowers.

The trend that we most fear though, is the return to old habits. In the rush to produce more episodes, we fear a spate of laziness as evidenced in the “I’m a bitch again” Blair storyline, Dan and Serena’s incestuous march towards infinite boredom plus the nearly theatrical reduction of locations. Is Little J’s fashion career totally vanished into thin air? Where, the fucking fuck, is Wallace Shawn? (and how can we get Stephen Tobolowsky in on this?)

Ok. So that’s basically it. Let’s withhold full and complete judgement until tonite’s Mrs Robinson Sex-a-thon. All available appendages are crossed hoping Georgina doesn’t reappear.

XOXO.

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