I don’t think it will come as a surprise that I am rarely on the cutting edge of culture. Let’s face it. This post is about a television show that debuted 15 or so years ago and I am just now watching it. The statute of limitations on spoilers has long since passed. (Exhibit B: I’m still working my way through the Harry Potter books. Just try to be alive and avoid spoilers from that!)
To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to jump on this bandwagon, but enough friends from different circles of life really like the show, so I dived in.
And then my back started spasming and I had to rest for more than a week so I alternated binge-watching Gilmore Girls and reading books.
I’m well into the third season, totally in love and full of observations. Here are some. (Feel free to comment but help me avoid spoilers!)
What is with the unusually large coffee mugs at Luke’s? They’re like soup bowls with handles, they never look full and neither one of the girls ever seems to finish an entire mug.
How do they eat so much food and stay so thin? Is it all the talking? Pizza, burgers, Chinese take out. I appreciate a healthy appetite in women but seriously, those two should each have gained 50 pounds by now!
Paris. Ugh. I can’t stand her intensity.
Michel. Best. French sarcasm makes me laugh.
Sookie. A close second. Which is surprising because I have not been a fan of Melissa McCarthy in the past.
The town troubadour. … I’m confused. But I like it. I think.
I’m officially a fan. Where do I sign up for the club?