WHAT an afternoon. What started out as a cheeky afternoon break from work before an evening out has truly turned into a long and ranty blog post, how apt. I remember, way back when in 2007 and/or 8, reading the Metro on a trip home from town. In it, was this picture. Beautiful, sexy young New Yorkers; I think exactly who and what I wanted to be. Back then I had big dreams of stars and the stage, who knows, they might just return when I graduate.
Tuesday (or was it Wednesday?) evenings at 10pm sharp led to me booking out a sofa in my family home, and perhaps being allowed one glass of wine if I didn’t have a full day of college the next day. I would look forward to it all week, be ever so excited, for the wonder that is, that was, Gossip Girl.
As with any great love of mine with any television show, it is undoubtedly intermittent. I began ‘Dexter’ by myself as a frightened 16 year old, and couldn’t finish it until I met boyfriend. Henry Cavil and his sex scenes suddenly became famous and now ‘The Tudors’ isn’t so appealing. I’m 1 episode away from the ‘Once Upon a Time’ first season finale, but I’ve got bored. My love of Gossip Girl nearly died when ITV 2 stopped broadcasting it, and hell hath no fury like a girl who learned Netflix didn’t store the grande finale (but that’s for another post). But I persevered, and by golly I’m pleased.
Last year, on a wine fuelled evening in my family home, my human equivalent of Carlsberg begrudgingly informed me which of the characters, was indeed Gossip Girl. It didn’t matter though. As soon as I knew, it suddenly became obvious. Yes I perhaps didn’t experience the heart pumping, mind racing finale that so many others did regarding the identity of Gossip Girl, but it did not stop my heart pumping and my mind racing. There were even tears.
I think it was soon as they mentioned Gatsby, I let go a little. For me, it was always the Tumblr world and the so-called ‘Skins Lifestyle’. It was the smoke fuelled parties, the disposable cameras, the wild nights on tables; throughout college I looked to these people and felt sadness, pity, joy and want all at the same time. But, I grew up, and realised I was one of those people already, and the happiest I’ve ever felt.
Gossip Girl made me think. Kind of like Harry Potter, I’ve followed age suit of the characters, experienced some of their experiences and felt some of their feelings. So it means more than a 5 year old quoting ‘Expelliamus’ or my 40 year old sister drooling over Dan Humphrey. No, I am part of the Gossip Girl generation. Of smart phones, and blogging and websites, and want and lust and craving.
But, like Dan, I’ve learnt to rise above. To be grateful for what you have. And as I’ve got older, and somehow weirdly wiser, I’ve got happier. And right now, I’ve never been so happy. Gossip Girl has just helped cement that in my heart.
(Related Blog Posts:
The Human Equivalent of Carlsberg = https://bellasbits.wordpress.com/2010/06/14/human-equivalent-of-carlsberg/
The Sometimes Ridiculous World of Blogging = https://bellasbits.wordpress.com/2012/02/20/the-sometimes-ridiculous-world-of-blogging/