It took 16 years, but the Gilmore Girls writers have at last braved a big truth that needed telling: Rory Gilmore is a terrible, terrible human.
Finally, the reluctant poster child of white privilege — the girl who had everything handed to her on a shiny golden platter — was dealt a dilemma consuming enough to bring her universe crashing down.
The real world.
Rory’s belated quarter-life crisis is strangely satisfying to watch. She was never equipped for life after college. Throughout the series, her doting family and medicated townsfolk hailed her as an infallible angel, praising her smallest achievements.
She coasted through young adult life, her expensive education, car and rent all paid for, never once flipping burgers or folding clothes like the rest of us did.
But despite a frustrating lack of maturity, Rory was always presented in a positive light, assumed by all to achieve great things.
Gilmore Girls always made me hyper-aware of the incredible wealth and privilege of the Gilmore family.
Mirrored from Under the Beret.
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