Dear Cheryl,

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Dear Cheryl, 

There is no denying that you are a beautiful woman. Though you are not known in the States, you have charmed the people of Great Britain with your pop songs and great personality, not to mention that accent. Your time with the band Girls Aloud may be coming to an end as you launch your solo career. It's a risky move. Personally, I'd tell you to stay with the group, but I am happy you feel that you can become an international superstar. This week you premiered your single live on the X-Factor. And when I say live, I mean you lipsynched your way through it. It wasn't bad Mrs. Cole, not bad at all. But that outfit...I am just a bit confused. Were you trying to go for the genie look or the military look? Or are you simply a genie that has been forced into the military and is suffering under the Don't Ask Don't Tell policy? Next time, just stuck to the regular minidress and sequins. They suit you so much more. And remember, it's a 'whole new world' and you'll never have 'a friend like me.'

Love ya, 

Louise

Dear Blair Waldorf,

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Dear Blair, 

Should we harp on about how you are not a real person but a character on a poorly written television show? Of course not. Because people such as myself adore such show, and your character. Last night's Gossip Girl was it's usual jumble of rich teenagers playing in illegal card games, photoshopping bongs into pictures, and sabotaging each other in New York. But as usual it was the fashion that stole the show. And Blair is the cream of the crop when it comes to style. The purple dress you rocked in your All About Eve nightmare brought back the sense of another era, where women actually cared about their looks and there was not an Ugg Boot in sight. And the silver, fishscale evening dress you rocked at the Freshman speech exquisite. In fact, all you did was make Serena look dumpy in her Alexander Wang Assymetrical Jersey Dress. So keep bringing the fashion, and the drama...and I'll keep watching. 

Love ya, 

Louise