I've watched Gilmore Girls in its entirety several times, too many to count. I'm word perfect in some scenes and know from a frame or a line which episode it is. Roughly eight years ago I wrote a blog post professing that I am a Rory , I can't really judge the Rachie of eight years ago, because she probably was a Rory. At that time I had limited bills, limited life experience and a desire to write. 35 year old me despairs at the thought of being a Rory. No harm to Rory, in the earlier seasons I very much identified with her quiet nature, her penchant for literature and her desire to create. As she grow older and spent more time in, and gravitating towards, the world her mother ran fast and far from, she became less like someone that today's me would want to be. These days I'm more of a Lorelai, quirky, a little more world weary, more of an idea of what it's like to have responsibility, a desperate need for morning coffee despite actually hating it. T...