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I’m so Glad Rory Gilmore – Finally – Failed

Can we talk about how creepy it is that the entire town of Stars Hollow was so in love with Rory that we, basically, forgot about every other kid that lived there? How was she such a beloved character while being, honestly, not that noteworthy? While smart, she wasn’t gifted. She studied her ass off all the time, which just makes you good at studying. She read A LOT. I can relate to her always carrying a book around, but I still never read as much as Rory did in a single week. She was awkward as can be, and while decently good-looking, not an all-out stunner.

I know, get the Burn Book out, but hear me out. We’ve watched season after season, somehow delighted in a show full of angst — both teenage and adult — watching as the town dotes on a girl that has, really, not much going for her. There is nothing incredibly exciting about Rory Gilmore, and yet, everyone was expected to be in love with her and bow down to her every move. She never held a job, only helping out from time-to-time at her mother’s Inn. She rarely joined in any extra-curriculars, and actually took an absolute fit about it at her fancy prep school when she was forced to. The most exciting thing about her, growing up, was that she knew pretty much every movie ever made, which is actually something that she got/was forced upon from her mom.

She seems like a regular ol’ introvert kid, just hoping to get out of her tiny town and into a big University where studying and smarts is supposed to be seen as the normal. She’s just a pretty smart kid, if she stuck to the track and didn’t think she was better than the rest, could’ve been extremely successful in life.

Some may have been crestfallen right along with Rory, that she didn’t make it as a big-time reporter, that she wasn’t a running writer for the New Yorker, that she wasn’t even a columnist for any local paper. When Mitchum Huntzberger told her she didn’t have what it took to make it to the top, we all shouldn’t have been surprised. Not because he’s an asshole, which I guess he kind of was, but because what makes her so special that she sure beat out all the rest of the candidates? All of the other women and men who worked their asses off to get to the same position, but probably did it with more pizzazz and oomph than she ever did? She has no discernible features or qualities, no wowing personality. She’s simply a reasonably hard-worker who wants to be a writer.

I’ll tell ya, there’s a long line of those.

Instead of taking the time to look into herself and wonder why someone, who is incredibly successful in the business she hopes to one day break into, wouldn’t think that she has what it takes, she spirals out of control. Her mother, a woman with her own insane faults, takes an absolute fit and blames everything that Rory does thereafter on Huntzberger. Because, like we’ve been taught throughout the show, how could anyone say Rory wasn’t gifted? That she wasn’t made for the big time newspapers? Lorelai goes further than any proud parent of their child, believing that Rory is different than anyone else, that maybe she has to be different because Lorelai, herself, is nothing special.

To be fair to Rory, if you’ve lived your whole life having people sing your praise just for walking down the damn street, then you’ll probably be thrown off-kilter when someone tells the truth: yes, you’re smart and talented, but it’s not enough, there are thousands of others just like you. She could’ve had a few days to wallow and cry, get that out of her system, and then make a plan and figure out just how she was going to be successful. Just what she was going to do to prove Mitchum wrong. Taking a fit and quitting Yale isn’t quite the route to making it. When the reboot of Gilmore Girls came around, I breathed a happy sigh of relief when Rory wasn’t off doing whatever she wanted, successful to the letter.

Not only was I still chafed at the fact that she turned Logan down when he proposed (contrary to everyone’s belief, you can get married and still have goals and a career), as he was clearly the best of the boyfriend’s she had. Dean was an absolute douche. Jess, though a mess, would’ve been the only other suitable companion for her, obviously. Besides the fact that she couldn’t figure out her love life, I was still mad at the fact that she was made to be so wonderful.

Things just seemed to fall into her lap. Her grandparents paid for her to attend a prep school, then they paid for her to go to her college of choice. Her struggles felt in the reboot made Rory’s life seem more real, more normal. She wasn’t being coddled by the world, like she had been by her mother, her grandparents, and the entirety of Stars Hollow. She, finally, had to go out there and make it on her own. And, guess what? She realized that it’s kind of hard out there for someone who wants to be a writer, even harder for that someone who thinks that that type of work should just fall into her lap, tied together with a pretty bow.

Doyle and Paris? You knew they were going places. They had the type of personalities that people either loved or hated, but you still respected. Though I loved watching Rory grow up as I grew up, myself, I didn’t hold any respect for her. Maybe because she didn’t seem to actually respect anyone around her. Maybe because everything was handed to her, yet she whined that she wasn’t like the trust fund kids she went to school with. Hell, maybe it was just because I was jealous that her life seemed so perfect. Whatever it was, my thirst for revenge was sated when real life crept in and Rory Gilmore, finally (finally!), realized she needed to figure things out on her own.

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Infuriating Things About Emily in Paris

If you’ve ever been to Paris before, chances are you were annoyed with a few things in Emily in Paris. It was such a classic rude American abroad story that I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at the stupidity. I may be a little late to the Emily in Paris review game, but I was thinking about it late last night and couldn’t get these annoyances out of my head, so now they’re in a grumpy old rant in a nice, easy listicle here for you to enjoy.

Burgers
Okay, Emily is clearly not paying attention to anything around her, which is apparent in more than just her stupidity about food. The scene where she is in the Ralph Lauren restaurant with another American is so unimaginative it’s sigh inducing. Here, Emily complains of not getting a burger in Paris and joyfully orders one off the menu, beyond excited that the menu is in english, because what would be worse than moving to a foreign country and actually having to learn the language? First off, McDonald’s exists in Paris and you can order a beer with your meal, so it’s already kicking America’s butt. So do lots of restaurants that serve burgers. So do restaurants that are all about burgers. My favourite burger joint in Paris? Paris New York. Delicious as fuck.

The Language Barrier.
Okay, so she had to leave fairly quickly and didn’t have much time to learn the language. Fair. But, she seems confused as to why people want to speak the language of their own country and won’t cater to her every whim. She does, eventually, try to learn the language, but her complete rudeness that not everyone will bow down to her American needs makes me want to vomit.

Plain Rude
When she tells her neighbour how stupid it is that the first floor begins on the second floor (and the main ground level floor is actually zero), I can’t. She has just met him and sounds like a complete ass. It’s kind of weird that this is a thing, and can be confusing at times, but it also makes sense. Why would the main floor be the first floor? It’s the main floor, so zero. Honestly, I go back and forth on this and have to remind myself that an apartment on the 5th floor without an elevator is actually 6 flights of stairs and I better be prepared to get my exercise in.


Complain about things all you want, you don’t have to like everything from a country, but don’t be surprised about differences and don’t complain about them to locals you just met. Save that shit for downloads with your friends or your diary. It’s like she expected to move to a different country, but it still be America with better architecture and fashion. Don’t get me started on when she sends back a steak because it isn’t cooked to her, disgusting, expectations.

The Wardrobe
She looks like an idiot in almost every scene and I can’t believe that she’s supposed to be coming off as somewhat fashionable. She’s in Paris, can she not go shopping for some better clothes? She, clearly, has tons of money considering her apartment location and the fact that she never takes the metro. The loud, obnoxious dressing is just so over the top. She doesn’t need to look like every fellow Parisienne, but take note from them and get some better outfits.

Her Expectations
She just expected that she would land in a new country, roll into the office, and then be handed every dream account imaginable. Slow your damn roll, kid. That’s not how life works. If just simply moving to Paris was exciting for you, then take a moment to realize that that is part of the dream package and you’ll, eventually, be able to do more for the company.

Lack of Research
She seemed to have done zero research into living in Paris; instead, she assumed it would be like a movie (and to be honest, her life is like a movie. Her Paris experiences are those that aren’t normal). She would land at the airport, fly over to her ultra chic apartment, and start at her dream job where everything works exactly as it does at home. There are definitely some things to get used to in Paris, and no amount of research can prepare you for some things, but at least do a little research into the company and into the working hours. She didn’t look into when the office would open, and showed up when she thought it should. If you’re starting a new job in a new country, wouldn’t the start time be one of your first questions? If you’re starting a new job in your home city, wouldn’t the start time be one of your first questions?

Instagram Fame
I’m not quite sure how her Instagram following skyrocketed with a few pics of Paris. She had nothing going on before, and suddenly, she’s a star everyone is listening to? I don’t think so. As a social media ‘expert’ she barely even had a hold on her own social media accounts. No amount of charming Parisian architecture will change that.

The American Obsession of Hating Different Cultures
American friends, is this really how all of you were raised? As a Canadian visiting the States many times, I know that these douches actually do exist, but isn’t it about time we all put the stereotype to rest? Or, is it too engrained in some people’s minds (*ahem Darren Star*) to get over?

Yeah, some things are weird in other countries. Yeah, a lot of things can be annoying. Yeah, the stereotypes portrayed in Emily in Paris can be accurate at times. But, not all the time and not with such intensity. It’s just another show of an American who hates everything that is not American. Honestly, I watched this for the supporting characters, and tried my best to ignore the ignorant, rude American who sat front and center. That being said, I really can’t wait for the more seasons.

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New Girl Made me Want to Have 4 Male Roommates

When New Girl originally came out, I was looking for a place to live. After not being able to find a roommate for my amazing apartment in an even more amazing location, I set myself up to move in with a girl from work, which didn’t work out — at all. I lived there for five days before I felt too worried out to sleep and I left. Ah, the joys of finding a living space in your early 20s. So, I hiked it back home and promptly got to work finding a place to live. Those seeking a roommate were the only ads I looked at, as I couldn’t find a place I could afford on my own, and when I did, applications beat me to it, even after waking up early and waiting outside the office before it opened.

I had lived with a female for the past few years and it was nice, but wasn’t what I was after. I was ready for adventure, ready for something exciting, and after watching an adorable doe-eyed woman move into a giant loft with four dudes, I could see the perfect adventure laid out before me. My wants were pretty easy: a relatively spacious bedroom with a large closet. I didn’t care much about the rest of the place, just as long as it was nice, and the roommates were people I could fall in love with, both as friends, and maybe more. The love story between Nick and Jessica was strong, and obviously that’s the goal in life, right? No male friends, just a partner for life?

Yeah, in my early 20s I thought that life would mimic TV and that I would end up falling in love with one of my male roommates just because someone on TV did. For someone who wanted to be a writer, I sure didn’t understand that creative writing was, mainly, just making shit up. I wasn’t adamant about falling in love, but I wanted that cool-guy feel to the apartment, where I could hang out with them and become one of their friends, and we would go on hilarious adventures all the time.

I ended up finding just that. The apartment was further away from anything that I wanted to be near, but the price was right, and the guy renting out the room seemed cool. We chatted after getting the tour and he told me about a trip he and his buddies took down to the States to watch football every year and that if I ended up moving in, I would totally be invited. It was everything I was looking for! A guy who wasn’t intimidating in any way, hilarious and nice, my room was — relatively — large, and we were already planning hijinks! I happily told him I was interested, but needed a couple of days to think about it. As he owned the condo, he told me to take my time, but to let me know in a week if I would moving on in.

My life was turning out just like New Girl. Maybe a little less tame as there was only one roommate and not 3–4. And, the condo was much smaller than a giant loft in California. But, it was happening. Everything was starting to fall into place after falling apart the last year.

And then…I didn’t moved in. I couldn’t pull the trigger. Maybe if the condo was closer to where I wanted to be, maybe if the place was more spectacular, maybe if I was a little more adventures…and maybe if I hadn’t just romanticized roommates that a character on TV ended up with — that she actually thought were women, at first. I couldn’t do it. What had felt so right in the beginning felt…off. Was I really going to move into a place that was far from everything I wanted to be close to just because the roommate situation seemed pretty damn perfect?

While it would’ve been an adventure, to say the least, I’m glad I didn’t move in. I stayed at home a little longer, saved up some more money, and ended up buying my own little place almost a year later. I chose stability over adventure, and that stability eventually led me to my now husband. When you’re in your 20s, everything is fresh and exciting. You think you can do anything and survive anything. I knew that TV didn’t reflect real life, but I figured that I could do something fun and adventurous in my life just like on TV. Isn’t that what your 20s are for?

My life may not have lived out just like a season, or hell, an episode of New Girl, but it’s pretty damn good. Even without the roommates and a loft.