If there ever was a character that represented me, it was Rory Gilmore. Even though I barely understood a word of the fast Gilmore Girls dialogue when I was young, there were a few things I had no problem understanding. The similarities were just too obvious. Just like my single mom, hers had dark hair, bright eyes and a coffee obsession like no other. Rory liked to eat and read. A lot. And as I grew up, I even recognised myself in her journalistic ambitions. Over time, I started viewing the show as a kind of guide through life. This is the Gilmore way of life.
You can be a rambling mess and still make sense
I can get lost inside my own head sometimes. Then, when it’s time to open my mouth and start talking, I have already had a complete conversation internally. What comes out often comes across as a rambling mess. But, hockey puck, rattlesnake, monkey, monkey, underpants, I make sense!
Single moms are heroes
If my own mother didn’t teach me this by example, the show did. Just like my mother, Lorelai works her butt off to make sure her daughter get’s everything she needs. How’s that for a super hero? P.s.: Mine is kinda my bestie too.
“I stop drinking the coffee, I stop doing the standing and walking and the words putting into sentence doing.”
– Lorelai Gilmore
Coffee keeps you going
Anyone who has ever spent more than an hour with me, knows I mainly run on coffee. My flask is practically glued to my hand most of the time. When coffee fails, I fail.
Pretty smart girls exist
And they aren’t arrogant bitches. When I was going through high school, I was the girl with the good grades and the modelling contract. This didn’t make me too popular amongst my peers. As a result, I was often a target of, what I didn’t recognise at the time as, jealousy. You know, the kind where you see a successful good-looking person and you just assume they couldn’t possibly be nice as well. So, you just start attaching nasty features to their name. It’s ok. I’ve been a Paris plenty of times too.3