the coriolis effect

I could have vomited in Barnes and Nobles.
When I was working at burn-me-books, I thought YA fiction was coming to an end because the 5 (five) separate mk and ashley olson series were displacing the much loved but little selling newbery medal books of old. But now, nestled alongside Jerry Spinelli and Wilson Rawls was this:
Gossip Girl.
"Sex and the City for the younger set."
It's billed thusly on the first page: "Ever wonder what the life of the chosen ones is really like?...We have unlimited access to money and booze and whatever else we want, and our parents are rarely home, so we have tons of privacy. We're smart, we've inherited classic good looks, we wear fantastic clothes, and we know how to party. Our s*** still stinks, but you can't smell it because the bathroom is sprayed hourly by the maid with a refreshing scent made exclusively for us by French perfumers....Even with a hangover, Fifth Avenue always looks so beautiful in the morning with the sunlight glimmering on the heads of the sexy St. Judes School boys."
I don't care how much of it is true, I just miss the days when Nancy Drew was the paragon of teen perfection. This??? There wasn't a hint of parody in it. Blech. (If only my calling was in YA fiction).