Lorelai is thrilled that it’ll finally start snowing in Stars Hollow. She loves snow! it’s magical and pretty and amazing!

Lorelai is thrilled that it’ll finally start snowing in Stars Hollow. She loves snow! it’s magical and pretty and amazing!

One thought on this episode’s cold open – what kind of kid writes on legal pads in high school? Shouldn’t Rory be angling for a fancy Five Star notebook? Or a poor child to follow her around and take notes for her like all the rest of her rich buddies have?
We open this episode with Rory in English class with a Zach Braff knockoff teacher. If I’m not mistaken, Rory had English class back in episode two with an older professor who looked nothing like a guy who got lost in New Jersey once and thought he needed to write a coming of age story about it starring himself and Natalie Portman. I’m guessing original English teacher got fired because he, I don’t know, showed his dick to the lunch lady? And Lunch Lady was like, “That’s not organic!” and threw a frying pan at him. Her aim was true, he ended up in the hospital, and now Zach Braff works at Chilton.
WOO HOO! Episode 2! YEAH!
I have no idea where that came from.
So we start with a very touching Mother/Daughter moment of painting toenails in the fading light of dusk while Rory eats Reddi-Whip out of a can. Then, as if by divine intervention, Lane comes running out of the dusky night, CD held aloft like the Olympic torch, so the girls can participate in one of those cool Mom/Daughter and her Friend dance parties to rockin’ tunage.
Suffice to say that I find all of this ridiculous. I mean, who eats Reddi-Whip out of a can while NOT standing in front of the open refrigerator door crying? No one. No one normal, anyway.
As part of my New Year’s Resolutions I decided to try and keep up my Sunday writing schedule. As I finally finished the story that I had been slaving over for a good two years, I needed something new to focus on. Writing about the shit I cook is great (I guess) but as a perma fatty I’m really trying to lose weight and I’m not cooking much outside chicken and veggies. That’s a little too boring for a sweary food blog.
Obviously, the next logical step was TV! I love food, therefore I love TV. TV + Food = Gilmore Girls reviews! It all makes perfect sense now! (Go with this logic, people.)
I’ve never seen the Gilmore Girls. I’m a woman in my 30s who considers herself a strong-minded feminist and yet I’ve never watched one episode of a TV show that focuses on women. The fuck, man? Where have I been? It’s not like I haven’t watched a bunch of TV that is just utter trash (I’m looking at you, first season of Beauty and the Beast starring Kristen Kreuk.) You’d think somewhere in there I’d be able to work in some TV that’s been referred to as a “New Classic” (by this Wikipedia entry and Wikipedia is always right and WHY ARE YOU JUDGING ME FOR MY SOURCES OF INFORMATION????) Lucky for me, it’s on Netflix.