Long before the days of the beginning of a gut-wrenching era of +Gossip Girl, I found myself in this ‘feel-good’ sensation almost every time an episode aired.
Socialites are the mercurial centers of the upper-east side. They’ve put together an image of New York that is hard to beat. I remember the first episode of this lively series that kept me at the edge of my seat. Why was it that young teens taking part in the most insane, yet terrifically plausible chain of events find its way in relation to a life of my own? They had drama, they had the boys, they had the gossip. It all seemed incredibly, and unbelievably realistic in the sense that dramais what made it.
My mundane world seemed so ordinary compared to the lives they were living. But because my generation found something like this to cling to, what does that say about us?
Why do we strive to live and experience lives full of money-fueled issues, romantic escapades, and mysterious deaths that seem to go arry?
Leaving something to be talked about is what gets people going. It doesn’t matter what is said, as long as something is said. I would rather be talked about doing something out-of-the-ordinary rather than not being talked about at all.
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