For the past year, the tabloids have been obsessed with Bad Girls and the rotating cabal of shaggy, greasy party boys who love them. But as public patience with self-destructive dim-bulbs like Paris Hilton and Britney Spears wanes, mags have cooked up a new dish for us to salivate over: the Good Boy. He's sanitized, sexually harmless, and above all, as bland as an egg-and-egg omelette. In short, he is Gossip Girl's Chace Crawford. Nothing against Crawford: He's coming into his own playing troubled, rich pothead Nate Archibald, and it's possible he secretly digs astrophysics, dog shows, and racing unicycles across shaky rope bridges. But if he is that well rounded, we won't read about it anytime soon. The boy's appeal lies in his intense (but not intimidatingly intelligent) eyes, carefully mussed hair, and TV show aimed squarely at the squalling teens who buy multiple copies of magazines so as to tape the pictures to their bedroom ceilings. Even his maybe-girlfriend Carrie Underwood described Chace's appeal thusly: "He's got cool hair, he's a nice height, and he just has beautiful eyes." How profound. Will they register at Sephora?