Gossip Girl Wins Me Over in the End

Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones (which, similar to adolescent hormones, have made me break out in zits while feeling emblazoned by an unfounded sense of fearlessness) but I really enjoyed the last two episodes of Gossip Girl.

Yes, the storylines are as far flung as a teen aged boy's pleas for getting down your pants (remember when he tried to convince you that blue balls could actually cause long-term damage to his nuts?).

In the world of GG, teenagers rule upper Manhattan, while their parents indulge in drug habits, affairs, and band practice. Teenagers give best man speeches and lecture their fathers on not skipping out on their bonds, all while wearing fabulously over-the-top designer duds.

The boys are sulky, effeminate and conniving while the girls are resilient, hard-liquor swilling ass-kickers.

It's the Bizarro world of logic (ie., a teenager's worldview).

In Monday night's season finale, every couple breaks up in the last 10 minutes and realigns with a new partner. Hell folks, it's summertime. What else is a sixteen year old gonna do? (Other than head off to Tuscany or the Hamptons).

The fantastically adolescent nature of the storylines and dialogue is what makes the show works.

It reminds me of how evil teenagers can be and reassures me that my 30s are a cakewalk in comparison.