Nineteen years after audiences were first introduced to fast-talking coffee addict Lorelai Gilmore and her well-read daughter Rory, fans of the show haven’t moved on-in fact, they’re as rabid as ever. It’s also something that very few entries into pop culture can claim to be: beloved. The show, which debuted on the WB in 2000, may not be labeled as “prestige TV,” but it is incredibly smart, endearing, and laugh-out-loud funny. In 2016, friends and I gathered with coffee and Pop-Tarts to watch the Palladinos get a second chance at ending the show the way they originally intended with a four-episode revival on Netflix. Since that summer, I have rewatched the series more times than I can count-even the seventh season, which some fans discount because it was made after the abrupt departure of the show’s creator, Amy Sherman-Palladino, and her husband, Daniel. I sped through all 153 episodes at a breakneck pace, immersing myself in the sometimes annoying, but always comforting, fictional town of Stars Hollow and its endless parade of quirky residents. From the very first episode, I was hooked. Back before Netflix or endless streaming options, I picked up a used DVD set of the first season of Gilmore Girls, a show I had somehow missed entirely during its original, seven-year run. I had just graduated college and secured my first professional job, but I wasn’t adjusting well to the changes. In the summer of 2008, I was feeling lost.
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