Wednesday Night TV Roundup

TV Fanatic and OK!'s Joyce Eng break down your fave shows of the night!

Gossip Girl: “As Justin says, "What Goes Around...Comes Around." Perennially bitchy Blair got bit in the ass by karma when she learns what it feels like to be humiliated and rejected by others. We start off with Serena buying 109,438 pregnancy tests, and she's so busy pulling them off the shelves that she doesn't notice a chick on the side snapping 109,438 photos of her to send to Gossip Girl. The Upper East Side is a-buzz: S is preggers?! No, she's not, but she'll take the heat for it for Blair, who refuses to confront her possibly fertile state and take the test. She eventually does, after she learns Chuck told Serena she slept with Nate too. The result? Not knocked up. Chuck tries to talk to her about it, but she won't give him the light of day. Bad call, B. He texts GG that the virginal Blair did the dirty deed with not one, but two suitors. And for some reason, every single person at school gets the news except for Blair. Naive Nate thinks it's all a lie until social-climbing Jenny, who overheard Serena tell Dan that Blair slept with Chuck, decides to burst his bubble. Oh, Jenny. You're so desperate to be liked that you don't even consider how this will affect your relationships with Dan and Serena (who, in their B storyline, work on saying those three little words to each other). Nate breaks it off with Blair, and things just get worse for her from there. In a scene straight out of Mean Girls, she's dethroned as Queen B for the new bee-yotch in town, Jenny. And when she goes crawling to Chuck, boy tells her she's damaged goods. Ouch. Tear-stained and heartbroken, she decides to spend a semester with her dad in Paris, only to have Serena stop her from doing what she did last year, which is run away from her problems. She’s got to stay. She must destroy Jenny after all, and if this strike ever ends, it’s going to be damn good!” – Joyce

  Project Runway: “I remember picking out my high school prom dress. We drove to downtown Manhattan where I fell in love with this peach taffeta, sweetheart neckline, puff sleeved gown which I wore with a veiled chapeau. I thought it was so cool, but looking back it was pretty hideous. Tonight's challenge for the designers was to not make prom the worst night of their 16-year-old, high school clientele's -- a group of cute, young girls from New Jersey (no turnpike jokes here!) -- life by putting them in ugly dresses. This should have been pretty easy, right? After all, their professional models can't be much older than these girls. But Victorya was the only one who got it right. Her bejeweled mini-dress was fun, fresh and age-appropriate. The other dresses made these 16-year-old girls look like they shopped for dresses in their mom’s closet. Even Sweet P’s dress, which was exquisitely executed, seemed a little old for a teenager. Christian finally showed his inexperience and youth by blaming his client for his dress’s faults. You say that you’re a diva, so why did you back down when you had another diva in your path? You’re the designer, take charge! He was in the bottom to with Kevin, whose dress did look like it came from the Joyce Leslie prom line. If Christian had been booted, I’m sure he would have cried. Luckily, we were spared the tears as Kevin was sent home. The most interesting thing about this season? The lack of tension and contention between the contestants. It’s just go, sew and hit the runway. I’m not sure if I’m happy or annoyed about that.” – TV Fanatic