(Please, forgive this foray into pop-culture prose. My work involves writing galore, which often leaves little energy for this blog. Returning to Stars Hollow filled me with inspiration to remedy that! P.S. Obviously, spoilers below.)
I willingly admit: I am a devotee of all things Gilmore. A fan since high school, I grew up right alongside young heroine Rory. I often found myself envying her rose-colored, valedictorian winning, charmed small-town existence. Honestly, what wasn’t worthy of coveting? Rory’s beauty, brilliance, and benevolence were all endlessly affirmed. Every adult in her world showered her with a steady stream of praise! (The Hunztberger clan being the notable exception.) And when challenges did arise? An entire town of people came to her aid! Even if her given task was something mundane as throwing her mom’s birthday party, they helped her succeed.
Rory’s love life was also something any average, awkward teen would aspire to. I don’t know about you, but I didn’t find myself the center of too many love triangles during my adolescence. Let alone with two drop dead gorgeous suitors that seemed infatuated with my every move. What power these women, both Rory and her mother, Lorelei, possessed over the men they encountered. Every guy they met proved helpless to their siren call!