I confess --- I have a secret vice. It's not drugs or alcohol or expensive shoes. You won't find me trying to sneak a cigarette or furtively gambling in Vegas. No illicit affairs. My vice is Gossip Girl.
I glommed onto this show out of sheer boredom. A couple of years ago during one of my periodic exercise/healthy eating/eight glasses of water daily binges, I needed something to occupy my brain while working out on the elliptical trainer; otherwise, said brain is too busy finding excuses to sabotage the workout. My daughter had the first full season of a show called Gossip Girl on DVD, so I decided what the heck, I'd watch it while I worked up a sweat. By the end of the first episode, I was hooked, so help me.
Before Gossip Girl, the closest I had ever come to watching a soap opera of any kind was to find out who shot J. R. in 1980. My mother was a big fan of As the World Turns, and I had plenty of friends who sighed and swooned over Luke and Laura's romance on General Hospital. I felt I was superior because I was immune to these cheesy adult dramas, and herein lies the sad thing about my addiction: while others watch adults plot and connive week after week, I watch teenagers.
Granted, these are not your ordinary teens. Their scheming and lying would make ol' J. R. proud. They are filthy rich and ridiculously good-looking. Their wardrobes take up whole rooms and their credit cards are never maxed out. They can charter a private jet as easily as the rest of us can hail a taxi. Most of the parents are conveniently absent, and the few who do hover around are too caught up in their own problems to pay much attention to their offspring.
Their shenanigans are chronicled in minute detail for the shocked enjoyment of the hoi polloi and hoity-toity alike on a website called Gossip Girl. No one knows Gossip Girl's true identity and it's everyone's ambition to find her and take her down. But at the same time, they can't function without her. She narrates the show and at the end of every episode, she signs off with, "You know you love me. XOXO..."
I can't explain my fascination with this show. My husband refuses to watch it, as any sensible person would do, and even my daughter, whose age puts her squarely within the show's targeted demographic, gave up on it long ago. A friend suggested that perhaps I am going through a mid-life crisis. If that's true, then luckily for my husband, I sure do aim low and settle for very little.
P.S. Sorry honey...that last sentence didn't come out quite right. You know I love you!
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