By Alicia Cook
I am a first generation Gilmore Girls’ fan. I watched it from the day the pilot aired in 2000 on the WB until the series finale on the CW in 2007. I purchased the seasons on VHS and DVD. I watched the reruns on ABC Family (now Freeform.) And, when Netflix picked up the series, I continued to watch. You get my point.
Throughout the original seven seasons of the show, I felt in sync with Rory. I was very familiar with what she was feeling throughout college and high school. Each week, I commiserated with the younger leading lady, especially in the final season when she received her first major rejection (New York Times Fellowship), had her first major breakdown (the final she didn’t complete, or considering marriage, or graduate or law school; I never temporarily streaked my hair pink, though), and then her first big job offer (on the campaign trail with Barack Obama). Continue reading