Nope, not that thing compulsive binge-eaters do – generally involving a locked bathroom door, a KFC family bucket and as much of Pizza Hut’s all-you-can-eat buffet as they were able to carry – that’s gorging. In totes-ridic parlance, to be gorge is to exist on an exalted aesthetic plain of physical perfection, and most probably land a recurring lead role in the unrelentingly grim sexual fantasies of people far less attractive than you.
But calling someone gorge isn’t just another way of saying that you’d damn well take a bite out of that apple, given half a chance. It can also denote great taste (“Those shoes are gorge!”), totes-mega-super-cuteness (“Oh em gee! That baby is too gorge!”), or something otherwise worthy of positive-but-vague assessment (“Babes, your wedding speech was so gorge!”). Some people throw shit and see what sticks. Others throw gorge.
“O to the M to the G, Nicole looks gorge on X Factor tonight!”