Riddle me this, Internets: Why does
Gossip Girl's Vanessa Abrams get everything she wants, ever? She randomly applied for the Tisch writing program and got the LONE NYU spot despite having no writing experience, she's slept with most of the male leads on the show now (hang onto your pants, Rufus and Eric), and she just got some lavishly exciting news internship that is A Huge Opportunity and thus Very, Very Exclusive, even though we've never seen her do anything that would indicate anyone thinks she has actual talent (with the exception of accidentally capturing Tripp Van Der Bilt's fake drowning rescue on tape). My pet peeve is when TV shows TELL rather than SHOW, and yes, I do totally understand why that statement is amusing coming from someone who just typed an entire paragraph before getting to the sartorial point of this post:
I might need someone to tell me whether this outfit is any good, because from what I'm being shown, it doesn't compute. There's something about the drama of it that I appreciate, something about the cut of it that looks like a fish is vomiting, and something about the bodice that makes me think of a maillot, which reminds me that I have to shop for bathing suits, and that will probably make me stabby. I need a helping, calming hand.
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