WARNING: SPOILERS LIE AHEAD.
For months, in big green writing on my calendar, a special date has been marked.
On November 25, it reads: “GG” and there are huge green circles around it.
My mum had scheduled an all-day event on her phone on this same date.
We have been waiting so long for the Gilmore Girls: Year in a Life to come onto our screens. The original seven seasons was something we watched so closely together until the last season ended in 2007.
LOOK AT US. WITH POPTARTS. AND MATCHING GILMORE GIRLS SHIRTS.
In fact, we have never watched an episode of Gilmore Girls without each other (at least, on my part). We're not a complete replica of the mother-daughter relationship that beautifully exists between Lorelai and Rory, but elements of the characters shine through in us.
Yesterday, we bought Pop Tarts, chocolate, chips, cookies, pecan pie, brownies, salted caramel tarts, had pizza delivered, she drank coffee (I really wish I did, but I just can't).
At 6pm our time, we sat on our couch and began to watch what had been the subject of our conversations for way too many car trips.
Rosie and Laura talk about the new season on The Binge
I had so much hope brimming inside me. I felt sure that all of the original main actors would never have signed onto a project that wouldn't be promising. I knew season seven had been changed from the show's destined ending with the initial creators, Amy Sherman-Palladino and her husband Daniel, cut from the writing.
This revival was meant to show us what was intended to be. It was also meant to reignite that spark and sense of home that the Gilmore Girls can only bring in certain people's lives.
At 2.45 am, this morning, that spark had never felt so dim. I felt empty, devastated, and so incredibly tired.
If you, like me, don't share what seems to the rest of the internet's thoughts that it was "just like coming home" and "you only want more", then let's talk.
I need not just to debrief this with my mother. I need to get it out because what happened last night was more than a couple of endings I rather not occurred; it was an example of recycled plot lines, characters who failed to grow, and a sequence of meaningless resolutions.
If you need a recap of seasons one to seven, just listen to this. (Post continues after audio):
Rory: I’ve see you before.
So, when we first meet Rory at 32-years-old, she is a freelance journalist who has been published on Slate, The Atlantic and The New Yorker. Her five mobile phones indicate she is very, very important and very, very busy.