Cosmopolitan’s front cover this January is Leighton Meester, Gossip Girl‘s Blair Waldorf, the bitchy character who’s an instant favorite to bitches. But Blair has soft spots that come as unexpected to viewers, and this makes her more lovable.

Magazines can be borrowed or browsed in parlors and spa, so it’s not practical to buy them, however, if it’s a cute and interesting girl, that you are dying to know, on the cover, convince yourself that P125 is just small amount that could’ve been a tip to Mr. Waiter.

In this issue, cover story is about Virginity: why virgins are still virgins at age twentysomething.

As expected, the article talked about cliche motherhood statements on saving virginity till they find the right person or till wedding day comes. It sounded defensive all right, because it’s like explaining themselves while they’re still untouched and that there’s nothing wrong with it and that they’ve had boyfriends or flings in the past so that means they’re virgins not because they are ugly or something but because they just don’t like it.

To the article I say: Ok.

I’m sounding like Blair now. Btw, Blair was a virgin till she had an “encounter” with the One, Chuck Bass, who gave her a choice not to be virgin anymore.

You see, there’s choice. But there’s also fate.