Dair Shipper: "But you're a man! You're mansplaining!"
I guess so: "As long as you look at gay men as being privileged above sexism, as though homophobia is a separate issue and not the other side of the exact same issue, you are never going to understand that we're under the same pressure. Just as you wanted."
Hopeful Feminist: "But you are a man! A white man!"
Sure, and: "You have privileges of your own. The privilege to identify with abuse victims. The privilege to co-opt and identify with a gay male identity you barely understand. The privilege to get married. The privilege to play in the universal softball game known as heterosexuality."
Fake Internet Feminist: "So you're saying we shouldn't think of you as men?"
The Only Men Who Actually Carry Fractionally The Same Burden As You: "Think of us as double agents. That's how we've always thought of you."
Chuck: "Though this part of your journey may have come to an end, it shows you there's a world out there you never knew existed, one you want to be part of."
Serena: "I don't know what the fuck you are talking about, but if you're not going to start a cult maybe you should write a book. Or the end of a Gossip Girl episode."
Chuck: "People like me don't write books. We're written about. Often in books illustrated by Arthur Rackham."
Team Blondes: "Okay, it's been fun watching you give yourself the happy ending of all time, but we've got various things to do. Serena has to clean out her desk, and Nate needs to get his phone back from the House Of Payne and apologize to its hostess for impersonating her to herself."
Chuck, literally: "I'll stay here, alone with my genius."
They rush him, full of Chuck love, and fall all over him with sweet kisses. He pushes them away, giggling -- "Too close! Too close!" -- but as we'll see, it's not that he doesn't want their affection -- "Don't be shy!" Nate wheedles, curling around him like a crosse's net -- it just hurts, in particular, today.
Which I really love. I love this idea that he's reached an inner plateau, actually feels like a grownup, running around kissing his friends on the cheek; that he's happy, but he's also got these horrible scars and bruises that he doesn't want anybody to know about. It seems really fresh, and I hope they play through on it. A zero-circle; a mighty kindness.