Wow, it seems like something real actually happened on Monday's episode of The City. Whitney invited her coworker and self-proclaimed "social"(ite) Olivia to an art gallery opening. You know what, bitch? I can abbreviate words à la Buffy Summers as well--now you're a sosh. How do you like that? The CONVO leads to this:
Whitney: "Um, I have to warn you though, it's a little bit tense right now with everyone. There's all this drama going on about Adam supposedly cheating on Alli when the guys were out the other night, so everyone's gathering in the same place tonight--"
Soshface: "That's way too much information for me to be hearing. (Laughs) I don't want to hear any of this, but my best advice is to stay out of it. Whitney, you're an adult. You know this is very--"
"Yeah, well, I mean--"
"You're what? You're twenty-three years old? We're not, like, in high school."
"Yeah, I just needed someone to talk to about it, you know, but if you don't wanna hear it. . ."
"Well thank you for inviting me, yeah I would love to stop by for a drink if I can." (<-sounding super sweet)
"Yeah."
"Awesome."
I think that interaction meets the reality limit for the entire series, so that bitch Olivia better keep her mouth shut from now on if she knows what's good for her. Producers will cut that snatch out of the show faster than she can say "pretentch." Fifteen year-old girls want to think you're living a real Gossip Girl, so stick with the fantasy, honey. It's like when you're having a great time slapping around a prostitute, and she has to go and remind you that it's extra if you leave marks. Way to ruin the illusion! What, as if that's never happened to you? You're a filthy fucking liar.
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