Dear Dawn Ostroff (and the rest of the CW):
At 10:01 last night, I began my boycott of your network.
Even though it's one of my favorite guilty pleasures, I will forego the remaining episodes of One Tree Hill. This summer, despite the dearth of palatable television (including Rock Star: Insert-Band-Name-here), I won't bother to catch up on repeats of two shows I enjoy -- Smallville and Supernatural. And I will not be watching Hidden Palms, even though the trailers hearken back to three of my favorites: Beverly Hills, 90210, Dawson's Creek, and The O.C.
Most importantly, this fall, I'll pass on Josh Schwartz's Gossip Girl, even though it seems like it would be right up my alley.
No, as of last night, you, and your network, are dead to me. You know why.
See, you're not the biggest network, and you can't be expected to compete with American Idol and Dancing With The Stars. Which is exactly why you shouldn't.
Instead of mindless drivel (searching for the next Pussycat Doll? Puh-leez.) you should have opted to continue to broadcast smart television for thinking people. Even if it might seem a little girly.
It pains me to admit this, but I could have forgiven you if it was just Gilmore Girls. After all, seven seasons is more than fair. But Veronica Mars has so much more story to tell. Three seasons just isn't enough.
I somehow managed to get over Buffy and Angel. But this is the last straw.
Consider my advertising revenue lost. Permanently.