I was so angry at this episode, which is why I procrastinated on writing this post. There were elements I liked…okay, only the fact that they skipped the whole post-crash drama (well, kind of). The rest was so unnecessarily backwards. Like medieval times backwards, where our favourite character Blair has been demoted to a superstitious, delusional weirdo that promised God (nothing against religion; just this storyline) that she’ll marry the Prince if Chuck survives (post-traumatic stress disorder is not an excuse for this amount of stupidity). This is dumb. Beyond dumb. I can’t even talk about it. What happened to our Queen Bee? We haven’t seen her in years it seems. Over the holidays I watched the first season from start to finish — the brilliance that it once was.

Churchgoing Blair likes matchy-matchy ensembles like this olive and mustard one. Don’t get me wrong: I’m into the cool cape and the Fendi ‘Peek-a-boo’ (actually, I adore this bag) but the pancake hat is… well a pancake. 

However, not as horrid as this thing which appears to be a tiny cupcake on her head. Chuck doesn’t need a private detective. Just seeing Blair sporting food-like hat objects should be enough to know that something is clearly wrong with her. 

Sequin and Belargo necklaces