Being a Latchkey Kid was the best. My parents both worked full time, so in the afternoons I was left to my own weird devices. It usually went as follows:
1) walk inside, dump my backpack where ever convenient (almost always constituted a fire hazard)
2) Eat until the lower half of my face was numb from exhaustion
3) Get dance-y to whatever Now That’s What I Call Music album was collecting dust in the living room stereo
4)Try on all my mom’s old bridesmaid dresses
5) Drink rootbeer out of our fancy dinner glassware and “unwind”
…All of which took about 10-15 minutes. Then it was time to dial into The Gilmore Girls.
There is not one show, not Veronica Mars, not Buffy The Vampire Slayer, not 30 Rock, that means more to me than TGG
Everything I learned about the kind of woman I want to be came from this Amy Sherman Palladino brain baby. (My mom is a super close second). This mother-daughter double act was so funny, so clever, so heartwarming/ breaking that Act 1 Whitney was in perpetual awe. In fact, I can date my media mania directly back to Gilmore. Suddenly there just wasn’t enough of this show to meet my consumption needs.
Lorelei and Rory were so classy,
So forward thinking.
And then, seemingly out of nowhere, the ax fell.
Gilmore Girls, a network staple and my TV spirit animal, was canceled. It was over almost as soon as it began.
But from the ashes, a hero emerged. One who would help me to piece together the shambles of my Gilmore-less existence, all for the super-low price of $7.99. That’s right dweebs, Netflix has the streaming rights for Gilmore Girls. Those of us who loved the show will, on October 1, have a chance to relive the magic again and again, and those of you who didn’t love the show will have a chance to pull your head out of your butt. (Sort of joking. Mostly serious).
Give it a chance guys. You will not be sorry.