So, Serena/Aaron's pretty much a non-starter this week, since they just go round and around having the same fight as last week -- Aaron is a giant whore -- and the same resolution as every week of this show ever -- this is somehow Serena's fault. On the other hand, we got to hear the best song of all time, "Sex On Fire" by the Kings of Leon, twice. Several months later than this usually en-point show gives us the new tunes, not that I'm not grateful for the chance to listen to it one more time, and more importantly: wasn't Cyndi Lauper on that soap opera hawking this same song on that one soap opera with the awesome gay dudes, like, six years ago? How of the moment, GG. Anyway, lots of pretty pictures of Serena, no interesting dialogue, some manufactured sexiness, running through Central Park in your underwear, lots of awesome music and crane shots... I take it back, that's exactly what dating Serena van der Woodsen would be like.
Jenny and Agnes wait a whole seventeen seconds before turning on each other like coke-fueled rabid kittens, and while it's adorable -- and we get to see both of them go completely effing nuts, together and separately, like four deliriously awesome times each -- Jenny's constant attempts to go roguely adult don't really scratch Agnes's itch. She ends up setting all Jenny's designs on fire, Jenny gets minorly suicidal, tries to go into business for herself and is brutally rebuffed, and spends the night crying like a lunatic in an alley before pulling it together and getting herself emancipated. Good girl.
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