Hallmark did not create their signature small-town romance movies.
You know the stories. Boy meets girl. Boy loses girl. Girl rebounds with bad boy. Original boy becomes brooding. Girl cries in her pillow. Girl chases her dream. Girl returns to her small New England town in either Fall or Christmas time and learns to live again.
Why is Hallmark claiming credit for something created by The Gilmore Girls?
Somehow this girl, along with Middle and Baby Chicken, did not watch Gilmore Girls in the early 2000s. I ask Chickens what we were doing. We come up blank. I’ve not been living under a rock. I’ve heard of it, know it was popular. Somehow it didn’t make the docket. Regardless of why, there is now.
Me: “Girls, have you watched Gilmore Girls?”
Baby Chicken: “So cute.”
Me: “Did you watch it when it was on?”
Baby Chicken: “No, I watched it last year.”
Middle Chicken: “I’m laughing so hard that you’re binging Gilmore Girls.”
Me: “Have you watched it?”
Middle chicken: “No.”
Me: “Don’t laugh.”
I am deeply invested in whether Lorelai will ever realize her mother is mostly right. I wonder when she will see that Luke is her soulmate. I also hope she eats some decent food. Pop tarts will catch up with you later girlfriend.

Although it’s a kick to see Milo Ventimiglia as a mere lad, he can’t escape sweet Jack in This Is Us, so it’s hard to buy the bad boy shtick. Yes, he was Jess first but unless you watched that in order, Jess the bad boy is not cutting it. Or that Rory would throw over Dean for Jess. Although Dean does get to be a bit of a drag, non?
See? Invested.
Can I live like Emily? I promise I’ll be nice to the cook. Upholding my end of the “be nice” bargain to have someone cook my meals and clean up afterward…yes, please. Does anyone else wish for their Grampa to still be alive? Every time Rory spends time with Richard, I feel a twinge.
A Google search informs that, alas, Stars Hollow it is not real. The Inn, however, is based on a real inn writer Amy Sherman Palladino visited before creating the show. A town called Washington, Connecticut is in the inspiration mix. In 2016, Washington hosted the first Gilmore Girls Fan Festival. Lucky Ducks. If only I’d been paying attention.
BTW, does the name Amy Sherman Palladino sound familiar? It’s because she is also the creator of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Whaaaa? You stop it right now. I know. This woman is a master at creating multi-faceted women we love. Can you say Sookie?
Can we get a bestie gourmet-creating the most beautiful wedding cakes on earth, including her own? A girl who swoons over vegetables and fruits straight from the garden like the rest of us weirdos? And is brought to life by Melissa McCarthy. Yes, that Melissa McCarthy. Seems a lot was going on in the early 2000s of which I was unaware. Pfft.
Are you longing for a gazebo bedecked town square, a diner filled with all our friends, festivals for each season and the ability to walk everywhere? I want Stars Hollow in my life. Yes, whining.
Seven seasons on Netflix, I have traveled less than halfway. I am called, like the sirens from the sea, whenever there’s a spare moment. Shame on you Amy Sherman Palladino. The only thing I want more than enjoying your characters is to become one. I’d be a cross between Midge Maisel and Emily Gilmore. With my own adorable quirks of course.