Oh Come On Gilmore

Couldn’t wait to watch the Gilmore Girls revival. Could. Not. Wait.

And

What the ever living he**?!

Okay, Lorelai and Luke: Yay!

Stars Hollow: Yay!

Emily: Yay! That DAR moment might have been the best ever. The giant painting was hilarious…and sad…but mostly hilarious.

Emily and Lorelai: Yay! 

Paris: Yay!!!

Doyle? Huh?!

32-year-old Rory: Uhhhhh, what?! I mean come on. When Rory was 16 and 17 and 18 and even when she was 22 some hard life decisions with real consequences led to or should have led to some real lessons, right? 

Okay. So, yes, Gilmore Girls is fiction.

And yes, Lorelai is not REALLY Rory’s mom.

But Lorelai Gilmore did not raise that milktoast, whiny, mess of a gal hanging on to, or sort of hanging on to, a guy with a fiancé. 

Sure destructive behavior was part of Rory’s growing up. But she grew up and she grew up good. We saw it at the end of season 7. And even when she told Logan no and rode off into the sunset to become the next Christiane Amanpour, we knew, we knew she’d be okay because Lorelai raised her and Stars Hollow raised her and Chilton raised her and even Emily and Richard and Luke and Sookie and Jackson…they all raised her, and they didn’t raise that empty, shallow creature who couldn’t to find a way to stand up for herself.

No way Paris is putting up with this Rory.

And what in the heck? Paul Anka, the missing dog, got more air time than Lane.

I know, I know. Gilmore Girls is NOT real. But geez, what in the heck? 10 years and that’s what you give Rory?

Boo. Just boo.

Thank goodness for Luke and Lorelai. That’s all I’m saying.

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