I was in the middle of wiping my eyes over a touching reuniting scene accompanied by the perfect tunes of Apologize in one of the episodes of Gossip Girl ("you know you love me, xoxo"), when from the texture of the paper handkerchief, which didn't feel as silky as a commercial would suggest it, or didn't look as fancy and elegant as the ones they use in these types of movies, I just realized why my life is almost as perfect as the lives of those wonderful people I see on screen so not flatteringly often lately. And why I was always right when I became angry because, though anticipated, my own boyfriend didn't come after me when we had an argument with one of our friends, or didn't defend me in front of his (well, truth be told, not quarter as manipulative, annoying and well dressed) parents, or just didn't guess that having a lousy day, all I wanted was a hot and candle-lit bubble bath with rose petals scattered all over the perfectly clean and warm bathroom with the perfectly-right-temperatured champagne and perfectly-sweet-and-sunripe strawberries no mater the season. And how dare him suggesting that he also might have had a rough day? After all, his brother doesn't have drug problems, his parents don't want to divorce, his grandmother doesn't have cancer and I didn't sleep with his best friend. So why would he, a guy, have a hard day?After all, these are the movies which suggest that there is this perfect thing called love which only comes once in a lifetime, unexpected but overwhelming, under the ravishing backgrounds of blooming boulevard trees and sentimental melodies, never under annoyed honkings of hurried drivers. (There is, of course an image to this as well, google-ing Serena and Dan pops out among the firsts.) And these movies are made to remind us that our lives and relationships, though never quite getting to the aspired perfections, did have and could have some of the earthly counterpart of these events, just as the romantic meaning of one garden-ripped daisy compares to a dozen long stem red roses or the excitement of playing pool and making striptease on the table could ever measure up.
And, since it's made for adolescent girls or middle-aged housewives (no offence for the stereotype, I hope), (this time) Gossip Girl tells us the following things about life: beautiful rich brats are only revengeful when they don't get any, sleeping with your best friend's boyfriend would get you the nicest guy in school, parents who have very strict ideas about their offspring's future usually have problems at work resulting to drug addictions, and that although our lives could never get this glamorous, it probably won't get this crazy either, so we're good.
