Born in Marco Island, Florida where they invented the annoying and obnoxious Marco Polo kids game, TV’s “Gossip Girl” Leighton Meester, because of her unusual name, was often the target of pranks from young punks looking for kicks. Many was the afternoon she’d be taunted with Leigh Meester-Rob, an obviously intellectual ESPN-type play of words on the French novel and Broadway show, Les Miserables. And Leighton’s home turf was often referred to as Meester Rogers Neighborhood. But Leighton’s world soon expanded beyond cardigan sweaters, touchy-feely, thin wristed men and Dr. Seuss medleys. The Wizard of Oz gave Leighton an early acting bug, and she scratched her first professional itch on Law and Order, which is hardly surprising since everyone in the northern hemisphere is scheduled to be on the show. Proving that holdover Leave It to Beaver lampshades from the Fifties have both form and function when adapted for day wear, Leighton, without even a hint of toe crud, displays an almost immaculate sense of being. Meaning that we don’t know whether to pray to her, or spray on her. Assuming the latter choice is put into play, we can only guess at the itinerary once those pesky Egyptian Khufu dynasty shoes kick off. Meet cha by the Hill of the Seven Jackals at “10″ tonight, Leighton.
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