I never watched Gilmore Girls the first time it aired. It ran in 2000, right when I was graduating from college and was going through the ugly transition into the real world, getting a real job. I was too old to care about Rory, too young to identify with Lorelai, and honestly, too interested in going out in the big city I then lived in to watch any TV but music videos while I got ready for work in the morning.
Twenty-four years later, I have a teenage daughter who streams all these shows on her phone. She’s watched Grey’s Anatomy, tried to find Dawson’s Creek, and asked for other recommendations. (Greek? Clarissa Explains It All? Party of Five? Blossom? My So-Called Life? What am I missing?) One of her friends recommended Gilmore Girls, and I’d hear her in her room, not sure if she was laughing or crying at the show.
Then after she had finished it, she asked me what I thought. I told her I’d never watched it.
MOM!!!!!!
So, now we watch it together. We don’t have a lot of time, so maybe an episode a week, but I’m learning the characters (definitely NOT on #teamdean). I’m enjoying the metallic eyeshadow shades of Lorelai and the snarky humor, and my daughter is enjoying telling me about all the characters and their roles and what happens.
It’s good bonding time, which I know I won’t have much more time for after the next three years. Since the first 15 have flown by, I’m expecting the next three to last as long as it takes Lorelai to pour another cup of coffee.
READ: Dropping Her Off and Letting Her Go
In the meantime, I’m really enjoying Stars Hollow, throwback early 2000s, and spending time with my Gilmore girl.
