Before we really dig into any commentary or critique of any TV related items, you should know that I watch a lot of TV. Way more than I probably should. Probably more than is healthy. Most of my TV watching these days is due to my second job. I have a work-from-home gig that requires that I do data entry for several hours each night, so I end up watching TV to help pass the time a little better while I work. Because of this I tend to watch a wider variety of shows that most of the people I know. I’d give you the full list, but it’s downright embarrassing.
This week, however, in anticipation of the new Gilmore Girls that will be released I figured I should probably tell you about my undying love and devotion to this show.
Like several of my favorite shows, I didn’t actually start watching Gilmore until a few seasons in to the show. Its’ first episode aired about six weeks after my Grandmother passed away in 2000 and I was 19, just started my second year of college and had very little interest in TV shows in general. A show about a quirky Mom and Daughter? Not even on my radar. Unless it was binge drinking, I had no use for it.
I picked up the show in 2005 or so. Blockbuster (yes, Blockbuster) had the first few seasons on DVD and I picked it up. Generally my rule is that if a series that I’ve not seen makes it past season two, they must be doing something right. I inhaled these stories. The characters were dynamic and weird. They lived in the stereotypical small town in which I was desperate to live. I “got” Rory and I wanted to be Lorelai. I was Team Jess until I was Team Logan. Never Team Dean. Whiny lil shit (sorry Jared!).
The relationship that these two characters had was one of the most well-crafted and beautiful stories of love that I had seen in a long time. I had already been dreaming of opening my own B&B and going back to school. Here were two people I could relate to!
What I realized as the years have gone on is that the Gilmore Girls are my go-to show when I’m feeling sad. I know that sounds completely bonkers but I think that maybe if you’re reading this, you might understand. Something about the show and the characters and the town…it just makes me feel better. Even though it isn’t real, it somehow can reach through the gloom and pull me back out.
I’ve watched the entire series at least three times through. Maybe four. That doesn’t include the time I convinced other people to watch it and joined them halfway to experience it with them.
Then there are the Gilmore Guys who have created the most delightful homage to the show with their podcast. To say I am excited about the revival is an understatement. I’ve never stayed up for a Netflix release before. I will for this one. I may be the only one in the house awake to watch, but I won’t be alone. The girls will be with me.
I know that I will love what they give us, it will be impossible not to. For a show that meant so much to me, to so many others...they simply cannot fail just by the simple virtue of being on our screens again. I've got my tissues ready. I'll see you on the other side of those four words.
What shows speak to you?