For the Record...

Reece's blog post is his way of outing himsef... he too, is a Gossip Girl fan. I'm sure of it.

Here's how I know:

When I stuck in the first season of Gilmore Girls at the beginning of our marriage, he scoffed, scowled, made vomit sounds and complained to his heart's content. "This is a stupid chick show!" "They talk too fast." "Can we please turn on the Jazz game instead?"

But after about three episodes, he started to justify why he was still on the couch with me, totally engrossed in the events being played out before him (though he always kept his Ipod close, so he could pretend to be listening to music, or had his computer on, with his game always stuck on pause.) "That Luke guy is the only one who makes the show bearable. He's hilarious." "This is so stupid, it's actually funny." "I am so mad at Lorelei right now!" "Why did you watch a disc without me?" "Do you want me to put in Gilmore Girls? You look like you need to relax."

The same pattern followed when my sister and I rented The OC. First protest. Then complaining. Then professing his love for Seth. Then talking about the characters as if they were real.

So I knew, deep down in my heart, that Reece would become a closet fan of Gossip Girl as well. Sure enough, at his behest, I spent about a half hour in the car with him today, explaining what he'd missed and discussing each character's bad decisions. "I can't believe they broke up!" "She should have been honest with him." "What's with the self-destructive behavior?"

I love my husband, and, despite his protests to the contrary, he loves "girl shows."