#GilmoreGirlsRevival Reflection: That Moment You Realize You & Rory Grew Up to Attract #$%!boys
In the fall of 2000, The WB debuted its best American comedy series known as Gilmore Girls, at least if you ask any millennial women in her mid-twenties that’s what she’ll say. For seven years, I watched Lorelai (Lauren Graham) and Rory Gilmore’s (Alexis Bledel) mother-daughter relationship unfold. Their symbiotic BFF scenario often reminded me of the mother-daughter relationship I shared with my own mom. My mother and I also had a co-dependent, unrealistic closeness growing up, as she was also a single mom (struggling at times) to make it work.
Now at 27-years-old, you can imagine my excitement and anticipation to this very day—Nov. 25th. Who cares about Thanksgiving when there was a #GilmoreGirlsRevival amirite?
It’s been nine years since the series finale, and Rory and I still share similar lives (minus the wealthy grandparents). Today, Rory is 32, single, no kids, and a struggling writer. While I am not in my thirties yet, I am quickly approaching the inevitable (which scares the shit out of me by the way). Like Rory, I too am single with no kids. I’ve also had great pieces published, but this writer’s life is a real struggle. Looking for a job in media and pitching a freelance stories is as painful as getting a Brazilian bikini wax. And though I am excited to see my favorite white girl again (because in my head Rory is the white girl I wish I had as a BFF), I am utterly disappointed in her or maybe it’s the reflection of me that I see in her.
I started binge watching the Netflix revival a little afternoon one o’clock and for the last couple of hours I watched Rory make the same stupid mistakes. Who would have known we both would have grown up to be enthralled with fuckboys? Like really Rory? Why are you sleeping with a soon-to-be married man? Oh yea because he’s the one you truly love and obviously he must share the same sentiments? Why? because he allows you to stay at his posh loft in London, and sweeps you off your feet with all the luxurious dates? Mmmmokay. Logan is a womanizer. He’s the ultimate wealthy white boy #fuckboygoals. Yes, he cares about you, but what sacrifices is he really making for you? Nothing! Money is no option to him so of course he spends it freely to keep you at bay, while he prepares to marry someone else. Like Rory, c’mon you are worth so much more than being half loved. You’re my smart, older BFF who made me laugh, who I wanted so much more for. Perhaps, I need to be telling myself the same thing.
What really stung? Watching the scene in episode three, at the 1:19:55 mark, where she accidently called Logan. She’s so far gone that it’s her natural instincts to call the fuckboy once she life explodes and she needs emotional support. You know the fuckboy who passed over her infectious laugh, charming yet demure personality, smart, ambitious and kick ass work ethic (and I’m sure the other woman is just as much as a good catch but I am on my BFFs side here). Finally, during this very scene, Rory has her ah hah" moment. You know when you realize the table you've put all your damn feelings on is not even in the same room as the individual. More importantly, that individual may not ever enter the damn dining room to acknowledge your goddamn feelings that are just sitting on the damn table. She ended the situationship by saying, “So that's it. We're breaking up. Except we can't breakup because we're nothing." Honestly, this one stung so deeply. I’ve said this many times. It was like watching myself through this looking glass, and I am disappointed in me.
Stay tuned for more #GilmoreGirlsRevival reflections, as it relates to love, life and relationships or lack thereof.