Cycles of Life
“Mom.” “Yeah?” “I’m pregnant.” Tho s e final four words from Rory Gilmore have now erupted shock waves across the internet, phone lines, and social gatherings. I, like a large score of others who loved the Gilmore Girls show for years, am no exception. I gasped, I laughed, and I logically saw it as an opening for another revival. But, as I sat on my bed, my knitting falling from my hands, staring solo at my television I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of nostalgia, anger, let down, and longing wave over me. For months now I’ve been working on various feminism projects, and in the midst of that I’ve found myself re - watching Gilmore Girls as the show has always been my feel-good, go-to, comfort food of no calories. That combo is hard to find, and about four years ago when Netflix released the entire series I was one of those mid thirty-year olds who spent the better p...