Based on my calculations, if you've watched all six seasons of Gossip Girl, the CW show which finally finale'd last night, you've spent devoted 7,260 minutes to the show. Which may sound like a lot, but if you fast-forward through commericals and don't go to sleep and have all of your food delivered and also pee into a cup, it'll only take you three-and-a-half days to watch the entire Gossip Girl oeuvre.
I basically did that two years ago during Christmas, after I had just broken up with someone, didn't go home for the holidays, and didn't have anyone to hang out with over the weekend. That's when I watched, like, three seasons of Gossip Girl back-to-back. You'll be surprised to hear that isn't the period of my life I remember most fondly. Still, with every cloud comes a silver lining, and I guess I cannot underestimate what "discovering" Gossip Girl did for my life.
You, on the other hand, probably watched all the scheming and underhanded text-messaging the way the teevee gods intended, every Monday night when the weekly installments aired. The show's been on for five years, which is a big commitment. If Gossip Girl had been your boyfriend, your grandparents totally would have been hassling you to get married already. Imagine how disappointed they'd be to hear it was over: "But you were so happy together!"
But what grandparents don't understand — and what we do — is that sometimes things have to end, to make room for something better. It's good that our time with Manhattan's fictional Upper East Siders has come to a close. I know this is a cliche, but when one door closes, it's often because there was something really horrifying behind the door. In the case of Gossip Girl, that really horrifying thing was called Rufus. All we can do is pray he doesn't get a role on The Carrie Diaries.
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