I watched Gossip Girl last night and while this did not immediately bug me, it was not until my phone battery died tonight in the middle of Chipotle and I was cursing the Gods of Moto that I realised something:
What is wrong with this image? Let me tell you: Little J is using her own mobile. Sure at the time she is calling a business manager (who will probably use her for shady means/white slavery/prostitution/sweatshop labour), I want to pose the nagging question. Why does she still have service? If my child had run off to be a vagabond/tramp/wear-all-of-the-eyeliner-
Bad move Rufus. And let's not even get me started on how this family manages to get a new phone every six months when they are meant to be part of the "disenfranchised" in "Brooklyn" (which is clearly DUMBO and not Williamsburg). That one hit of yours but must be raking in the dough amongst the Gen Xers, Rufus.