Courtesy of Warner Brothers.
The expression on my face reflected against the laptop screen was a little embarrassing. Thankfully I was alone. Staring back at me in the blank screen between episodes was a teary, goofy mishmash of joy and catharsis. I didn’t know I could even contort my face like that.
Gilmore Girls took over entered my life a few weeks ago when a dear friend dropped off the first season at my house. Like any respectable dealer, she started casually. I was hooked during the opening credits of the pilot and plowed through season one faster than you can down a glass of Nesquik. As anticipated, I begged her for seasons two and three and will reach the seventh by Labor Day if I keep it up.
There are many reasons why I’m smitten with this show. It follows the lives of independent, freethinking women1. It has love triangles2. It takes place in Connecticut3. It features a private high school with uniforms4. It’s almost always fall5. There’s a lot of candy, cake, and pie6. Obscure music references abound7. Melissa McCarthy is in it8. It entertains me yet inspires me to appreciate and improve upon the relationships in my own life.
My husband isn’t allowed in the room when I watch GiGi. Only the cat. This is a sacred viewing experience that mustn’t be marred by the judgments (or perceived judgments) of those who don’t share XX chromosomes. I don’t always nail a “No boys allowed” sign to my door, but when I do it’s for Gilmore Girls.
1 Score. A million times score.
2 Show me a girl who doesn’t like a good love triangle, and I’ll show you a short giraffe.
3 I lived there.
4 I went to one of those.
5 There’s fall and there are the other 275 days of the year.
6 Hi, three food groups.
7 Have we met?