Happy Gilmores

You’ll never win this staring contest

So I have a new obsession.

Call it the turning of the season, call it needing something solid to comfort me as I navigate this cruel wasteland of a world. Whatever we do decide to call it, it’s the best (televisual) thing to happen me since, well Stranger Things. And Stranger Things was very good indeed.

Gilmore Girls is something I’ve avoided successfully for years. First aired in 2000, it’s all about the close bond between Lorelai Gilmore and her 16-year-old daughter Rory and I’d written it off as too twee for me.

Well. Don’t get me wrong, it is on the cheesy side but imagine a pile of steaming hot cheesy chips for a second. Fromage-heavy indeed, but also extremely satisfying and comforting.

My friend Sian mentioned it last time I saw her and described it as one of the things she turns to when she’s in need of TLC and that sold it. I’m now six seasons down and even my husband’s into it.

Here are my observations so far:

*Beware possible SPOILERS*

I’d move to Stars Hollows in a heartbeat if I could, it’s the cutest.

Dean is the fucking worst with no redeeming qualities whatsoever.

Logan is the most charismatic Rory boyfriend but ultimately I think she should get with Jess once, and end up with none of them.

Rory’s British accent is horrific.

These teens sure do like getting married huh?

I can’t work out if I find Luke attractive or not.

Bitchy in pink

Emily Gilmore is hands down the best character, she’s deliciously wry.

There sure are a lot of homophobic/fat jokes, eh? Must have been in vogue in the early noughties.

How is it that neither Lorelai or Rory ever put on weight given the amount of take out they devour?

Paris is the second best character. Then Mrs. Kim. I like the aggressive ones.

What on earth does Lane see in Zach?

Why can’t Taylor Doose just fuck off?

Fringe benefits

Why did Rory wait so long to get bangs, they look incredible.

Sookie is amazing and all but the clumsy kooky fat chick schtick is a little bit old.

Kirk‘s tax return must be all over the place the amount of jobs he does.

It genuinely makes me feel anxious when Lorelai and Rory fight.


“I’m not watching Glitter again!”

Joking aside, the show really does have a lot going for it. The relationship between mother and daughter is fun to watch, the wise-cracking between them, while exhausting and relentless, must have been quite something back when this first came out.

It’s a very feminist show, about two women growing together without a man around. The women speak openly about everything, from sex to drug use, and it promotes female friendship so well. I even find Lorelai’s fractious relationship with her parents touching, and often well up when Emily finally comes through.

I can now understand why the people who love it love it so much. I’m one of them.

Here’s to Season 7 and the 2016 reunion. I can’t hardly wait!

Are you a Gilmore fan? ❤

Love & Marriage

(Technically I failed to post yesterday. If I hadn’t been at a birthday party, you would have got the below).

You can have two posts today instead.

Image via Unsplash

I’m writing this on the train to Kent and am wondering how today’s topic popped into my head.

Then I remember I’m feeling a little sappy as I’m carried further and further away from my one true love. A night apart is nothing of course but next week we’ll be separated from Monday to Thursday while he’s in Ireland ‘on business’ and that’s harder to take.

(He is actually on business so I’m not sure why I used the inverted commas. Are they even inverted commas? What’s an inverted comma again?) 😱

I’m trying to not be a baby about my alone time. I’m making plans and not just hibernating in my pants. I’m actually loving the feeling of not having to accommodate someone else for a while but I miss having someone to go home to, and the hot body beside me.

(Another aside, whenever I deign to write anything positive about my marriage on Facebook I get the ‘Smug married’ comments and it drives me nuts. So if you think I sound smug, that’s your problem. Believe me I’ve done enough time to now be allowed to wax lyrical about how lucky I am, sue me).

I love being married. I never thought I would get married to anyone. There was never a picture of a white dress, a ring or a handsome man in my mind’s eye.

We discussed the idea of it in my last relationship which is inevitable I suppose after six years together. The feeling was very much that I wanted it (although raising the question of whether we should is very different to actually wanting it) and he would one day reluctantly go through with it, if I was good.

(He was a fucking dick head).

He’d been married before and was very down on the whole institution of marriage, as if he’d only just escaped the confines of an actual institution. Having met his lovely ex-wife (and remained on great terms), it was hard to see why he was so hard done by but there it is. I hated the way he spoke about marriage and knew I would never do it with him. Who needed to be spoken about the way he spoke about his ex? No thank you very much.

My meander towards happiness changed course thank fuck and lead me to be sitting in this seat on this train, looking back on my former views on marriage vs. my reality.

I married my favourite person in the world and it’s been so much fun. We don’t have a flashy life but I love it, I’d recommend it to anyone if that’s what they want to do. And this guy is proud to be my husband, honestly he’ll tell anyone.

I love belonging to someone else, being someone’s old woman. I am mine but it’s nice to know there’s another human being invested in me, hopefully for life. It feels nice and makes me feel strong.

I thought that was worth paying tribute to today.

How YOU doing? ❤