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Authors: Cecily von Ziegesar
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who-do-you-think-has-already-done-it-in-our-grade-and-with-whom breakdown, which always involves one girl getting accused of doing it with a teacher in sixth grade. A total lie by the way, because I happen to have been that girl. Then there's the who-would-you-do-it-with-if-you-could-do-it-with-anyone quiz, which usually involves a celebrity like Jake Gyllenhaal. Then there's the penis debate, which usually morphs into a shrieking, giggling fit, because face it, penises are ugly and weird. Then there's the my-ideal-first-time fantasy, which also usually involves celebrities. For some reason, my ideal-first-time fantasy was always with Jake, on top of a washing machine, at sunrise (our laundry room happens to have a great view of the sunrise over the East River). But then I realized how completely uncomfortable that would be—and how awkward if the maid needed to do the laundry! Needless to say, we can't stop talking about sex. And now that I've spilled my guts, I herewith give you permission to spill yours. Don't be shy. After all, it's totally anonymous.
Unless you don't want it to be.
Your e-mail
Q: Hey G,
So last night I was at that party and I'm pretty sure I saw you. There was this weird family that I've never seen before. The dad was wearing sneakers and like, a wraparound skirt. Do you shave your head?
—xstream
A: Dear xstream,
Your sleuthing abilities are admirable but way inaccurate. Even if I did shave my head, might I not wear a wig or a funky hat every once in a while, especially for a fancy-dress occasion like last night's party? And as I recall, the only girl in the room with a shaved head last night was also wearing her school uniform, which I must loudly insist I would never, ever do.
—GG
Q: dear gossipgurl,
so did you see S and N practically, like, doing it in the corner of the room at the Frick last night? they r so far in denial it's crazy. like why don't they just admit they want to be together? they would make a great couple, right?
—spec.tater
A: Dear spec.tater,
Methinks you err on the side of exaggeration. S and N are friends. Are friends not allowed to touch each other? Although it's hard not to believe they don't enjoy it a little more than they should …
—GG
Sightings
S and B streaking—literally—out of the Virtue vs. Vice benefit last night before dessert was even served. Personally I think B planned the whole thing and wired their dresses so she could escape being in the same room with N when he was looking so dashing. V skipping out of the party with that boy with the unusual nose to share intimate cappuccinos at the Three Guys Coffee Shop a few blocks away. True love? Was she just trying to get rid of her parents? Or both? And J's new blond boyfriend, L—yes, we are quite sure it was him—arriving late to the Frick, all dolled up in a gorgeous tux, with Madame T, the renowned arts benefactress, on his arm. He was also seen on the Upper West Side last night, so perhaps it was just another cute blond boy. There seems to be a bounty of them in these parts.
Have a kick-ass vacation, and try not to break anything or lose anything I wouldn't break or lose! Wink, wink.
You know you love me.
gossip girl
Gossip Girl 05 - I Like It Like That
Snow white and the dutch Olympic snowboarding team
“The last time I was here, our house was definitely on this road,” Georgie insisted stubbornly. “But you don't know my mom. She would totally move the house somewhere else just to spite me.”
Nate looked out the Sun Valley taxi window at the stunning log cabin mansions on Wood River Drive in Ketchum, Idaho, the main town in Sun Valley. Behind them rose the snow-covered mass of Mount Baldy, its robust sides alternating between pristinely groomed ski runs and swatches of dense conifer forest. Squinting, Nate could just make out the antlike trickle of skiers zigzagging down the slopes. His new board was tucked snugly in the back of the minivan in its padded red Burton case, and
Unless you don't want it to be.
Your e-mail
Q: Hey G,
So last night I was at that party and I'm pretty sure I saw you. There was this weird family that I've never seen before. The dad was wearing sneakers and like, a wraparound skirt. Do you shave your head?
—xstream
A: Dear xstream,
Your sleuthing abilities are admirable but way inaccurate. Even if I did shave my head, might I not wear a wig or a funky hat every once in a while, especially for a fancy-dress occasion like last night's party? And as I recall, the only girl in the room with a shaved head last night was also wearing her school uniform, which I must loudly insist I would never, ever do.
—GG
Q: dear gossipgurl,
so did you see S and N practically, like, doing it in the corner of the room at the Frick last night? they r so far in denial it's crazy. like why don't they just admit they want to be together? they would make a great couple, right?
—spec.tater
A: Dear spec.tater,
Methinks you err on the side of exaggeration. S and N are friends. Are friends not allowed to touch each other? Although it's hard not to believe they don't enjoy it a little more than they should …
—GG
Sightings
S and B streaking—literally—out of the Virtue vs. Vice benefit last night before dessert was even served. Personally I think B planned the whole thing and wired their dresses so she could escape being in the same room with N when he was looking so dashing. V skipping out of the party with that boy with the unusual nose to share intimate cappuccinos at the Three Guys Coffee Shop a few blocks away. True love? Was she just trying to get rid of her parents? Or both? And J's new blond boyfriend, L—yes, we are quite sure it was him—arriving late to the Frick, all dolled up in a gorgeous tux, with Madame T, the renowned arts benefactress, on his arm. He was also seen on the Upper West Side last night, so perhaps it was just another cute blond boy. There seems to be a bounty of them in these parts.
Have a kick-ass vacation, and try not to break anything or lose anything I wouldn't break or lose! Wink, wink.
You know you love me.
gossip girl
Gossip Girl 05 - I Like It Like That
Snow white and the dutch Olympic snowboarding team
“The last time I was here, our house was definitely on this road,” Georgie insisted stubbornly. “But you don't know my mom. She would totally move the house somewhere else just to spite me.”
Nate looked out the Sun Valley taxi window at the stunning log cabin mansions on Wood River Drive in Ketchum, Idaho, the main town in Sun Valley. Behind them rose the snow-covered mass of Mount Baldy, its robust sides alternating between pristinely groomed ski runs and swatches of dense conifer forest. Squinting, Nate could just make out the antlike trickle of skiers zigzagging down the slopes. His new board was tucked snugly in the back of the minivan in its padded red Burton case, and
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