It’s Friday Night Dinner at Judgy WASP Mom’s house and she’s making it very clear that she hates her mother-in-law, who has had quite the run as one of Satan’s wives. She then changes the subject to Rory’s new boyfriend. She wants to meet him. She wants Rory to bring Broody, the guy who couldn’t fathom participating in a town event, the guy who doesn’t think he needs to try now that he and Rory are together, to her house for dinner.
I can’t wait for her to eat him alive.
We begin this episode with both Judgy WASP Mom and Spacey Grandpa laughing at Rory and Lorelai. The girls are planning to backpack around Europe after Rory graduates college, and this is apparently the funniest thing since the last Louis C.K. special. When the girls tell them that they’re serious, the pearl clutching commences post-haste.
At what point do we tell Lorelai that most hostels have an age limit?
The girls have told Lane that she can use their garage as a practice space. Yay! Now Lane doesn’t have to think up exactly 18 million lies excuses to tell her super strict mother about why she’s out of the house and why she smells like boys and band equipment. There’s a problem, though. The garage would be at home on this show:
Hopefully they have fewer flat cats buried under trash.
It’s Friday Night Dinner, the girls arrive to discover Judgy WASP Mom yelling at someone on the phone. It’s her lawyer. One of her many many many formers maids is suing for wrongful termination. Judgy WASP Mom fired this maid because she sounded like a horse when she walked.
We begin this episode with the girls watching Grey Gardens. This show’s love of camp rivals that of some drag queens.
I relate to the women of Grey Gardens because of their enduring love of cats. However, I insist upon litter boxes and strict maintenance of said litter boxes.
It’s the morning after the dance marathon and the girls are having problems walking, talking, and combining their psychic powers to move Luke’s closer to them. What they really need is the power of instant transmission.
Currently debating if the ability for both Rory and Lorelai to go Super Saiyan would be the greatest thing to happen to this show or the worst. (Full disclosure – I used to be so into Dragonball Z. We can’t even talk about it. Love the whole thing up to the end of the Cell Saga. Everything after (especially fucking Saiyaman) can eat all the dicks.)
It’s time for the annual Stars Hollow Dance Marathon! A dance-a-thon! Now would be a great time to mention that I am skeptical of all things containing the “-athon” suffix. They’re too cheerful. Too Andy Griffith/Donna Reed for me.
That movie where Reese Witherspoon brought color to a town by fucking it into Paul Walker.
Last Ditch Effort 
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