Of Gilmore girls and what women want

When you have a feel good 90s theme combined with some mellow acoustic guitar soundtrack and a small town plot line, you know that it's gonna be a good comfort TV show. But Gilmore girls is a lot more than just that. Loaded with tons of diverse pop culture references and witty monologues in flamboyant vocabulary, the show stands out because of its persistent theme to portray women at their unfiltered, unprejudiced best. 



Meet Emily Gilmore, the headstrong matriarch of the Gilmore household, mother and grandmother to Lorelai Gilmores. Emily's character can be easily judged to be that of an overtly strict and bothersome woman who wouldn't think twice remarking on the right way to do things. When she says "No walnuts in salads" she means- "No walnuts in salads."! From table manners and proper drinking etiquettes to who Lorelai should and shouldn't date, Emily shares a strong opinion on everything. 



We eventually learn though, that it is often with the best of intentions and not necessarily a bad thing after all. For instance, when her husband - Richard Gilmore gets retired and wishes to spends hours and days repairing his beloved old car, one would think that he deserves the break after all those years of hard work. 

But Emily knows better. She walks up to him and says "Richard, I am really disappointed in you!". Straight up, sans any sugar coating and coaxing. And sure enough, Richard is soon seen convinced to face the situation as he starts on establishing his own insurance firm.

Then there is Lorelai Gilmore, the starlet of our show.  Mother and best friend to Lorelai Gilmore - fondly called Rory. Lorelai is the embodiment of a strong, independent woman. A single mother and the manager of an inn, she does it all. And she does it with a whole lot of sass and fun, junk food and coffee included.



Lorelai is a woman who knows exactly what she wants - or more like, what she doesn't want. Often seen as a rebel and somewhat an outcast in her own family, she is repugnant to the formalities and frivolities of the wealthy. The show beautifully brings out the intricacies of her life after her teenage pregnancy. There is a scene in the early seasons, where she restricts her date - Max, who is also Rory's professor from entering the house but then she goes back and talks to Rory about the evening, much like a friend. 

Her daughter, Rory Gilmore on the other hand, is a lot like all of us in some or the other way. A shy person with big dreams to go into Harvard, the show takes us to her journey of wanting to make it in the real world.


TBC...

Tater tots and banana muffins,

XOXO

-T





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