[I meant that headline to apply just to this post, but I fear it's relevant to the whole bl*g; I swear this will be the last mention of it for at least, um, 12 hours.]
It has recently come to my attention that the mister of one of my (now seven!) bl*g readers won't watch a certain television program for spurious reasons that involve Blair Waldorf's headbands. I had prepared a long argument detailing the show's finer points, but instead I present to you (and you know who you are, mister) Chuck Bass:
made for you, mister. Now get thee to the video store and rent the first season on DVD. Anon!