Plenty of Readers Know a Real-Life 'Gossip Girl'

By The Pop Chorus Posted Oct 1st 2010 11:00AM

'Gossip Girl' season is in full swing again. The social butterflies are back in action in the real world, and Blair Waldorf, Serena van der Woodsen and co. are back to their old tricks on the CW. Our readers took the opportunity to hearken back to the gossip girls they've encountered, partied with, friended and defriended. These members of our Pop Chorus have seen it all -- the fashion die-hards, the ladies who snare the hottest guys with the littlest effort, and, of course, the ones who dish metric tons of gossip. After the jump, our readers' best three stories of real-life gossip girls.

Alina writes...
In college in Washington, D.C., it's difficult to find a girl who doesn't have daddy's credit card in her Prada wallet, wear large framed Chanel glasses in attempts to be rebelliously hipster, and have a weekly date with Bloomingdale's. Tory, however, surpassed "rich brat" and hit Blair Waldorf status within her first two months at school. Tory epitomized what every girl clearly was hoping to be -- she was beautiful, accentuated by her always professionally blown-out hair and brown tan. She had clothes that fit her super-slim body just right, and she seemed to attract any guy without even trying. It was clear she came from a group of friends that worshiped her and a lifestyle that did not involve the word "dorm."

Surprisingly enough, Tory came to school and joined a sorority for lack of finding friends around campus. It seemed that while people were constantly talking about how much they loved her and admired her clothing, they were either too scared or too lazy to attempt and reach out to the icy girl. In her sorority, however, she shot to the top, becoming the youngest president and not having a single person say a thing about her; in her situation, no one would dare. Because no one was rich enough to visit their 27-year-old Wall Street banker boyfriend wherever and whenever they wanted, or buy Lous Vuitton and Marc Jacobs outfits because they were bored, or look continuously polished and perfect thanks to an endless credit card, no girl could reach the top without knowing how to gossip, and gossip well. Tory did it so well no one even noticed, many often jumping to become her friend and talk to her about their problems while she gave a fake head tilt and put it all in her mental black book. But that's how gossip girls do it, right?

Andrea Guedes writes...
Look, we all know a certain girl in our circle -- the one who always knows what's what and who's who; the one who digs through the personal lives of others like it's her job, always managing to look amazing while doing it. She's the kind of girl who will splurge for that expensive designer handbag but refuses to be seen with it twice. Every woman has a little bit of that girl inside, as much as we'd hate to admit -- we all gossip and meddle. But no one loves to be an insider as much as my friend Victoria. She puts all aspiring "it" girls to shame.

During the decade I've known her, Victoria has never worn the same outfit twice. Her never-ending wardrobe began in high school, when she finally filled out and started constantly borrowing her mother's luxurious designer threads. Her more, er, mature body allowed her to do anything and everything, and she immediately became the center of attention for every human with an XY chromosome. She'd been wearing heels every day since freshman year, and now she was getting straight A's in class thanks to the D's busting out of her shirt. She was the envy of every girl in school, to the point where even the female teachers were jealous. Victoria had dirt on everyone, even people she'd never spoken to. The day she almost got expelled for attempting to seduce a teacher was the day the principal's wife found out her husband was cheating. "No one messes with Victoria," she'd say, and boy, was she right.

Michelle writes...
When I set foot in my dorm room, Katrina's first words were, "Oh, thank gawd you're not fat!" This was my first impression of the fellow freshman I'd spend the next nine months with. Through the school year, I came to realize Katrina wasn't simply a shallow fashionista; she was a full-fledged gossip girl. She would return to our precious little second-floor room with the latest news of which member of the Women's Studies Club was sleeping with which fraternity boy. She would enter the room, exclaim, "Tonight's a party!" and proceed to select both our outfits for the night's festivities. When we arrived at a party, she was immediately greeted by half the population; by the time we left, she knew the name of every person there. Back at the dorm, she would already be texting a select few favorites from the party.

I myself have always been something of a tomboy. Until I met Katrina, I didn't own a pair of high heels, nor did I know that "eyeliner is key," as she so frequently reminded me before social events. Although I resented her shallow ways by the end of freshman year, I have come to realize having a gossip girl as a roommate wasn't so bad. She may not lead the life of Serena van der Woodsen, but Katrina definitely had a knack for keeping college life entertaining.

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