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Gilmore Girls, Part 2: Rory

A few weeks ago, I wrote the first post in a series about the new Gilmore Girls series, A Year In The Life. That one focused on Lorelei, and you might remember that I was pretty okay with where she wound up.

Again, spoilers. Major, big-time spoilers. Don’t read any further if you haven’t finished it.

Today I’m gonna deal with Rory. And if that sounds like I’m a mom preparing to level consequences on a teenager who climbed out her bedroom window at night, there’s a reason. Rory is a hot mess.

And she’s 32. At 32, you should be getting your shit together. Ideally, you should have it mostly together. Rory finished college almost ten years ago. She graduated from Yale with a journalism degree. She was off to travel with Barack Obama’s 2008 presidential campaign. She’d just chosen herself and her career over marrying her boyfriend and moving to Palo Alto (where there is a perfectly respectable newspaper nearby, the San Francisco Chronicle). Rory looked all set to take over the world.

Except she didn’t. Nearly 10 years on, she’s floundering. She’s had (recently) one well-received article, which, if I understand correctly, was a short piece that isn’t what we expected from Rory when we left her in 2007.

So, let’s recap Rory. Rory Gilmore is the brilliant daughter of Lorelei Gilmore, born when her mother was just 16, and raised by Lorelei in the snow globe known as Stars Hollow. She  transfers, in the first season, to a very expensive private high school (Chilton), which is supposed to be her road to Harvard and the life Lorelei never had due to getting knocked up in high school.

Rory succeeds despite a few stumbles along the way, and is pretty much exactly what you’d expect from a smart kid. She has some trouble adjusting to the expectations of a high-performing private school after being in public school, but manages just fine. She winds up valedictorian and accepted to pretty much every Ivy League college there is, and chooses Yale for its journalism program (among other things on an extensive pro-con list).

She also does well at Yale, with the expected mistakes. She takes too many classes early on and flounders in a couple of them. She has some trouble settling on her future, and a somewhat disastrous internship that ends so badly that Rory decides to steal a yacht (more on this in a minute), gets community service, drops out of Yale for a term, and moves in with her grandparents and joins the Daughters of the American Revolution, but, as always, she gets it together in the end, and seems set for a bright future.

As far as Rory’s personal life, she has bad taste in men. This is expected at the age of 16, though, so we cut her a break. Her first boyfriend, Dean, is a nice enough guy. He treats her well. As her mother says, he’s “just about the best first boyfriend you could ask for”. But he’s not even close to as smart as Rory, and he’s very needy, and so, when she meets Jess, the Bad Boy who is smart and needs nobody, she gets bored with Dean and dumps him.

Jess is…exactly the kid you don’t want your 17-year-old dating. He’s a little punk. He’s smart, but he thinks he’s better than school. He’s got no direction. He’s emotionally messed-up due to absent parents. He’s awful. And Rory totally goes all-in for that “he’s horrible to everyone but me” thing that teenage girls are known for.

The Jess thing inevitably implodes, but, again, this is all typical for a girl like Rory. Where things go off the rails for her is after she starts college and takes up with Dean again. Such a bad plan, not least of which because, well…he’s married by this point. She sleeps with a married man, breaks up his marriage, and then, months later, remembers why she broke up with him in the first place. He’s not smart enough for her. He can’t keep up. So she dumps him. Again.

For Logan Huntsberger. Who, full disclosure, is my choice of Favorite Rory Man from the original series. Yes, he starts out as a drunken, immature rich jerk, but he has hidden depths. He manages to change. To grow up. I always liked him (I guess he’s my type of Bad Boy), and I loved him once he became Adult Logan. Ultimately, though, Rory screws this one up, too. Because she doesn’t want to base her future choices on the dude in her life (solid choice at 22, even if I’m not sure I concur with her decision here), and also because, like Lorelei, she doesn’t EVER want ANYONE else to tell her what to do, or have any influence over the direction of her life. Seriously, the inability to merge their lives with another human is a serious deficiency for these Gilmore Girls. Of them all, only Emily has managed it (but Emily’s post comes later).

At any rate, Rory makes bad romantic choices. This is part of her established character, but, again, something we expect to have gotten better by her 30s.

Flash forward to the new series. Rory is trying to figure out where she fits in, for the entire series. She is homeless, having given up her apartment in New York, and is shipping her stuff to a bunch of places, places where she can crash for a weekend, or a week. Her mom’s house, her best friends’ places (Lane and Paris), and, as it turns out, Logan’s place in London.

So, at the age of 32, Rory is living as a roving, permanent houseguest? She tries to present this as independence, saying this is the time in her life for her not to have roots, but, honestly: no. Your thirties are a time for roots. The previous decade, that was when she should have been doing her rootless independence thing. We 40-something women who have watched from the beginning were not fooled.

Rory is trying to find work…at first, work that isn’t “beneath” her, by the look of things. There’s a somewhat trashy website that’s been pursuing her, but she’s not taking that meeting, because she wants to work for Condé Nast (after doing pieces for the New Yorker and the Atlantic, I guess she thinks that’s what she’s owed by life?). She gets a meeting with the editors of, apparently, GQ, and ultimately takes on a story idea they like…and she hates. She is, apparently, incapable of being professional after taking the story (she falls asleep during an interview, ferchrissake), and winds up sleeping with a source. So her bad romantic choices continue, too (and that’s not the worse of them by far).

She ultimately takes the meeting with the website, and doesn’t bother to prepare for it, leaving her at a job interview that she thought was some sort of coronation, it seems. Her lack of professionalism loses her that job, too, on top of the insult to the woman who runs the site.

This is pretty much where Rory is. She is not great at her job, but thinks (because she’s always been the Golden Girl) that certain types of jobs are beneath her. Her old headmaster suggests she might come back and teach at Chilton…oh, no. That’s not who she is. But apparently who she is, is someone who takes on the editorship of the local Stars Hollow paper for zero pay. Someone who spends money and time flying to London to pitch a biography to River Song (okay, not River Song, but a fascinating and annoying woman played by Alex Kingston), rather than preparing for an interview.

So, Rory, what 30-something women know is this: you take any job you can get in your field rather than be a rootless unemployed person. You work that job and use it as a way to move to the next job. You’re REALLY bad at this adulting thing. But you USED to be better at it. It’s weird.

On the other front, the thing she’s always been bad at: men.

Rory has a boyfriend. Sort of. For two years. Sort of. His name is Paul, and we see him for a few minutes in Winter. But she treats him so badly that you want to scream. She forgets about him – forgets he’s IN THE HOUSE, once. She’s been meaning to break up with him forever, but just can’t be bothered to take the time. It’s not clear what she ever saw in Paul, who, ultimately, is just a plot device and comic relief.

Rory is also sleeping with Logan. Her trips to London to see River Song are mostly just cover for her trips to sleep with her engaged ex. They’re clearly not really over one another…and just as clearly, he’s not gonna leave his fiancé to be with her. This is Dean Version 2.0 – maybe she thinks if she just has sex with Logan enough, he’ll leave his fiancé and take up with her again?

So. Rory is cheating on Paul, and in the process, enabling Logan to cheat on his fiancé. Awesome. In almost ten years, she hasn’t learned a single thing about relationships. This one is, frankly, less surprising. Her mom is terrible at relationships, so Rory had a really bad role model in this area. Rory also has no real interest in involving a man in her life (at the level of altering her life to suit the relationship), so what’s the point in having rules and investing emotional energy in a real relationship?

Oh, and she sleeps with a source. A dude dressed as a Wookie. Just as an aside, cheating on Paul again, with a random dude she met WHILE WORKING.  ARGH.

So, Lorelei improves. She…grows up. Finally. Does Rory?

She starts to. She decides to write a book (“Gilmore Girls,” ahem), and it is, apparently, pretty good. She starts talking to Jess again, which helps. (Did I mention that the new series made me Team Jess, a fact that I am not entirely comfortable with? But Jess…he grew up.)

But then…those Last Four Words. The Last Four Words that were intended all along, but were postponed for a decade. The Last Four Words that might have been acceptable for Rory The 22-year-old, but which just make Rory The 32-year-old all the more annoying and sad.

Rory is pregnant. We assume by Logan, who is her version of her father, Christopher. Instead of Getting It Together, she’s gonna continue to repeat her mother’s mistakes. And it’s just not that cute on a 30-year-old woman.

I’m not sure how I feel about this. I know this was Rory’s destiny all along, but…I also feel like she deserved better than how they wrote her for this series.

Okay, so. Next time, I’m gonna tackle the third Gilmore Girl: Emily.

 

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On The Boring Predictability of Twitter Trolls

Yesterday I once again became the target of a bunch of bottom-of-the-Internet-dwelling Twitter trolls. Because, you know, I am a feminist woman who says stuff she’s thinking out loud.

Yesterday’s out-loud thoughts were about a thing that happened to me in the morning, which wasn’t a big deal, but was a story worth relating (to me). The recap, for those who don’t follow me on Twitter:

On my way to teach my Human Genetics class, I passed two of the senior faculty (both male) in my department, who were chatting, and as I walked by, one of them said (loud enough to be heard as I walked away, but not in an obnoxious way), “Speaking of looking good, here comes Dr. French.”

I tossed back, over my shoulder, with a smile, “Thanks, _________, but I’m not sure how appropriate that comment is.” He laughed, I kept walking, and that was it.

I tweeted this, with the first tweet of a string labeled with the hashtag #everydaysexism.

Because it is. It’s not professional. We work together, we’re both married, and it was basically a catcall in a public/professional space.

It was also innocent, in the sense that the man in question was just saying something nice in an offhand fashion. It was a compliment, and it wasn’t meant as anything else. I knew this, which is why the entire exchange, complete with a gentle reminder that it wasn’t appropriate, was friendly and over in 30 seconds.

Here’s the thing: I am tenured. I am really self-confident most of the time. I know the guy in question and am certain he didn’t mean to objectify me. I know he thinks I’m a great teacher and awesome scientist. So this was a reasonably safe, if possibly inappropriate, thing for him to do.

But the reason I still feel like it’s a story worth telling is this: what if it hadn’t been me? What if it had been our newest faculty member, a woman who is untenured, doesn’t know the guy well at all, and he’s in a position of power over her? (He is; I don’t want to “out” him on the internet, though the colleagues in the department I’ve mentioned it to know who he is.)

She might have taken it amiss. It could have impacted her work relationship with him. It could have made their interactions awkward. Let’s be clear: catcalls in the hall at work, in front of students, aren’t professional, and if you aren’t confident that it was just harmless banter, the outcome might not be great.

So I presented this as an example of a complicated case, where I could both appreciate the harmless compliment, AND feel like it was necessary to point out that it wasn’t appropriate.

And then the trolls landed. Because Law 12 of the Internet says that, if you are discussing inappropriate workplace behavior, no fewer than one dude must turn up to defend the inappropriate behavior.

The first two dudes were concern trolls: pretending they didn’t get it. “How are we supposed to know when something might be offensive and when it’s okay? You said yourself that you were flattered. You can’t have it both ways!”

Well, sure I can. I absolutely can. I did, in fact.

But given that every dude of my acquaintance “got it” almost immediately – I don’t think this is a difficult concept. My husband (who knows the senior faculty member involved), cringed visibly when I related the incident, and then shook his head to say, “what was he THINKING?”. The trolling amounts to, as usual, guys not wanting to be told that they can’t indulge in any behavior they want, any time they want to.

Then there were the OTHER trolls. The ones who just exist to troll feminists because some woman was mean to them at some point in their life. (By “mean”, I mean: wouldn’t go out with them and expressed interest in some other guy instead, or similar. Or possibly told them they couldn’t have a cookie before dinner. Whatever.)

These guys have a pattern which I find exasperating, as well as slightly amusing. They tend to lead by telling me how physically unattractive I am.

So. If you know me (and you do, probably, if you read this blog), you can take a guess at how much I care if Twitter randos think I’m ugly.

That’s right. None. None much.

Let’s clear a couple things up:

  1. I am a 43-year-old woman who has a Ph.D., tenure, funding from both major federal science funding agencies, a husband who adores me (most days), two amazing kids, family and friends who love me…by all of the usual metrics, I am both successful and fortunate. (And modest. Really modest. I’m known for it.)
  2. As mentioned above, I have a fair degree of self-confidence.

So, unless you are my spouse, or…well, actually, unless you’re my spouse, the amount of fucks that I give about your opinion of my physical attractiveness is generally near zero.

Now. Why do they lead with this?

Because they cannot, in a million years, imagine that it won’t be a devastating burn. Women exist only to be attractive to men, right? I am stepping out of line by saying that I don’t want a dude telling me I look good today (actually, I didn’t mind – but still not appropriate), so of COURSE the appropriate punishment is for them to tell me how horribly unattractive I am.

Meanwhile, I’m over here literally laughing. Why?

“Oh, noes! A stranger on Twitter thinks I am unattractive! Whatever shall I do?”

Well, for a start, this is the BEST they can do? Again, no fucks to be given here.

And secondarily? If you come to my Twitter feed, a complete stranger, all pissy because I think that you shouldn’t catcall your coworkers, and you lead with “you’re ugly”…I know I’ve already won this “argument”. Because you have no argument. You have an ad hominem attack, and not even a very interesting one. You’re all pissed off, and I happen to be an easy target this hour, and…it’s just a bit funny.

Until it gets boring. Because it always does. So very predictable.

So I mute them, and enjoy the visual of them screaming insults into the void.

Okay, I have work to do. My e-mail is not loading for some reason. Bye now. 🙂

 

 

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Gilmore Girls, Part 1: Lorelei

So, if you haven’t watched “Gilmore Girls: A Year In The Life” yet, stop here. Spoilers ahead. Seriously, just stop now. Come back when you’ve finished it. Mom, this means you.

Okay. I’ve been trying to decide how best to organize this post, but let’s be honest: this blog is writing I do for fun, and the organization of posts is minimal. So, stream of consciousness it is, then.

I’ll start with a bit of background: I am a Gilmore Girls superfan. I stayed for Seasons 6 and 7, and even enjoyed them. I love this show. It’s awesome. So don’t expect me to spend a lot of time thinking about whether it’s feminist or antifeminist (it’s not antifeminist enough to offend me), or the fact that it’s just incredibly white (yes, it is. I still like it.).

Gilmore Girls, for those of you who are basically babies, premiered in fall of 2000, in Buffy the Vampire Slayer’s old timeslot. Buffy jumped networks from the WB to UPN (are either of those still a thing?) at the end of Season 5, and Gilmore Girls was its replacement.

Which is to say that I didn’t watch Gilmore Girls until Season 3, because I had another love, and back then I didn’t have DVR. I still did Netflix as discs. I recorded stuff with a VCR in case I wasn’t home when it was on.

Yes. A VCR. Some of you are so very young.

My sister, though, was only a moderate Buffy fan, and she tuned in to the thing that replaced it. She said it was awesome. Me, I had attitude. But eventually, I watched.

Lorelei Gilmore may be my alter ego. I have a BUNCH of pop-culture alter egos (someday I’ll do a post on Temperance Brennan), so that’s no big deal. But she’s my fast-talking, sarcastic, hates the Great Outdoors, coffee-drinking 30-something alter ego. (I was 30 when I started watching Gilmore Girls. I am 5 years younger than Lorelei Gilmore.) We have a lot of personality traits in common.

So, I watched. I was, of course, Team Luke. But I also like Christopher. I was Team Logan, too, once he got his shit together. I hated Jess with a fiery passion (I was never really into Bad Boys with permasneers). Dean was nice enough, but, well…boring. Not smart enough for a girl like Rory.

So. Gilmore Girls ended on a cliffhanger, for Lorelei. She and Luke were…what? What were they? The show’s original producers/writers didn’t get the ending they wanted (they were replaced at the end of Season 5), and neither did the fans.

Which brings us to: now. Nine years later, we get A Year In the Life. Where are they now? Have they grown up? I considered two ways to organize this: by Season/Episode, or by character. I decided to go with character. Like 30 seconds ago, I decided. I’m gonna take each character and their total arc, from beginning (16 years ago) to now.

Lorelei:

Lorelei Gilmore was a teen mother, knocked up at 15 by her boyfriend Christopher, ran away from home at 16 to raise Rory in Stars Hollow. While she is very lovable, she is not always likable. She’s flighty. She’s prickly. She’s immature. Throughout the series, I went from identifying with her to being pissed off that she couldn’t seem to grow up. She did an amazing job building a stable life for herself and her daughter. And her emotional maturity arrested when Rory was born. In many ways, Lorelei kept showing us she was a 16-year-old girl. This is most obvious when she’s dealing with her mother, and with her boyfriends.

Lorelei’s relationship with her mother (Emily) is pretty much identical to what it was when she ran away from home. Emily has fairly fixed ideas about how things “ought to be”, and Lorelei feels like those rules are stifling. Lorelei wants to be sure her mom knows that Lorelei, not Emily, is “the boss of her”. And, in response, Emily spends a fair amount of time trying to control Lorelei. We’ll get to that later. Gosh, is this gonna require multiple parts?

Lorelei won’t take parental money, because if you take their money, they get to have some say in your life. Lorelei resists all attempts by her mother to reintegrate her (and Rory) back into the grandparents’ life. Eventually, this starts to annoy most viewers. For me, it’s mostly: Can’t you just BE an adult? Do you have to keep showing everyone you’re an adult? Just do what you want, and don’t do what you don’t want to do, for whatever your reasons are, and accept the consequences. Maybe, just maybe, if you stop reacting to your mother like a 16-year-old, she’ll stop treating you like one.

Or maybe not. But, regardless, you can only control your own behavior, not that of other people. That realization is one of the key components of adulthood, and we all have days where we’re better at remembering it than other days. Lorelei spends too much of her time making a point to people of how separate she is from her parents. Ironically, this effort just illustrates the ties she still has to them, and the hold they still have on her.

As for other relationships: Lorelei’s inflexibility and unwillingness to be controlled hurts her there, too. All of her “rules” about men in Rory’s life are fine, I guess, but mostly they appear to be constructed to keep Lorelei, not Rory, from getting hurt. And from having to cede control over any part of her life to anyone else.

Max Medina: Max was a lovely guy, a brilliant English teacher from Rory’s school. Lorelei screwed this one up twice. First, she flipped out because she was too attached to Max and decided to ignore him away (hello, 16-year-old’s method of breaking up). Next, she got engaged to him when she didn’t really want to…why, I’m not sure, but it illustrates a second pattern, which is that she sometimes just wants “normalcy” so badly that she fails to stand up for herself. Almost like a 16-year-old who wants to fit in…anyway, that breakup also went badly. She ran away from her wedding. Just got in a car and drove off. Very mature. Nicely done.

Christopher Hayden: Rory’s dad. Lorelei’s high school boyfriend. He ask her to marry him when she was pregnant, and she said, “No.” And then she cut him out of their lives. People who hate Chris tend to forget this part: Lorelei was the first to cut and run here, to (again) not let anyone have any say in how she runs her (and Rory’s) life. Yes, Chris did disappear. But can you blame him? It wasn’t like he felt welcome.

Lorelei’s feelings for Chris persisted for years – which isn’t a surprise. He’s the father of her kid. He’s her first love. So she fell back into bed (and relationships) with Chris repeatedly over the years. Ultimately, after a heartbreaking breakup with Luke, she married Chris.

Remember what I said, above, about bad decision-making and wanting things to be “normal”? Lorelei never wanted to marry Chris. Just like she never wanted to marry Max. But she did marry Chris. Why? Because she was heartbroken, and here was a guy she loved (not enough) and who loved her (more than enough, if you ask me), and who was her daughter’s father (thus providing an instant intact family). She had been planning to get married anyway (to Luke, see below), and wanted to be married very badly…so she went ahead and married the wrong guy. Understandable, but…immature. Irresponsible. And, ultimately, cruel. She has to leave Chris again, and he has to face up to the fact that he’s not the guy she really wanted to marry. His choices are also poor, but the dudes aren’t the subject of this post.

Luke Danes: Right, yes. Luke. Luke is The Guy. The one who waited for her forever, the one who had us all rolling our eyes and yelling at the screen at her over how blind (and stupid) she was. As a person who has always insisted on dating (and marrying) friends, I was all, “The guy who is your best friend is the one you’re supposed to marry, idiot woman!”

She messed this up, too. So did he, in the much-maligned Seasons 6 and 7, Luke mysteriously went from the guy who tells Lorelei everything to the guy who doesn’t tell her about his surprise daughter. The guy who waited for years for her decides to put off his wedding to her over the aforementioned daughter. That’s not Luke, and that’s bad writing. But I digress…

When Luke discovers he’s got a 13-year-old daughter he never knew about, he freaks out. (Understandable.) He starts shutting Lorelei out (out of character, but possibly understandable). He keeps secrets (out of character, unacceptable). Once she knows, he tries to wall that part of his life off from Lorelei. That’s both in and out of character, depending on what part of Luke’s character we’re looking at. He’s always wanted her input with hard decisions (Jess comes to mind), but he’s also emotionally reserved and tends to keep stuff to himself.

My issue with Lorelei here is this: she knows that Luke is this way. She has much to be upset over, yes. But she’s committed to this guy, unlike the previous Dudes I Want To Marry (but don’t really). She’s decided this is the guy she wants to spend the rest of her life with, right?

If so, then you don’t blow it up over even really big stuff. Luke kept a secret, yeah. It was a mistake. It was relationship-damaging. But it’s either a deal-breaker, or it’s not. Since it’s clearly not, then the right thing to do is to figure out how to move forward from here. It’s NOT suggesting, in a moment of emotional distress, that you postpone your wedding. It’s not stalking the mother of the girl to try to exert some control over the situation.

But what it’s really not? It’s not delivering an ultimatum to Luke that he either elope with you now, or you break up. Yes, it’s been a rough few months. Yes, it’s pretty much entirely his fault. But you either want to get married, or you don’t.

And you REALLY don’t run off right after he says he can’t elope right this second and sleep with Christopher. Seriously, who does that?

So, the relationship with Luke is the strongest of the three, and the most mature for Lorelei, in case you think I’m blaming her for this. The writers had to throw a lot of curveballs to mess it up. But there are still aspects of Immature Lorelei here. For example, her tendency to cut and run when things get hard. Her blowing up that relationship at the end? That was Lorelei cutting and running away. She knew, somewhere, that sleeping with Christopher would be the end. That Luke would change his mind and come running back (he did), and she wanted to just end it all before that.

Except she didn’t. She wanted to marry Luke. Just…not right in that moment. The show spends the next full year proving that this ISN’T what she wanted. The mature thing to do would have been to wait a day or two, talk it out. Rebuild. Keep what you know is valuable. That relationship wasn’t over, and her way of ending it was incredibly childish.

Something common to all of these relationships: Lorelei is a control freak. Here’s where she’s my spirit animal. How life and relationships are run are based on Lorelei’s Rules, and there are no exceptions. The big, repetitive example of this: she doesn’t want to move out of her house – all men must move in with her. That house is emblematic of Lorelei’s rigidity. She’s stuck being 16, and that house is a symbol of it.

So. My opinion of Original Gilmore Lorelei: hasn’t really grown up, emotionally.

Does she, by a Year in the Life?

I think so, yeah. Though she JUST gets it done by the end.

Lorelei has been with Luke for the past 9 years now. Seems stable, right? In my circle of friends, I refer to this as “married equivalent”. But…this is Lorelei. If she’s not married, it raises red flags for those of us who know her well. Including her mother. Emily makes much, over the Year, of how Lorelei has a roommate, not a husband. And she’s not really wrong.

Lorelei is still keeping Luke at arm’s length, and he’s doing the same thing to her. Their finances are still 100% separate. I know some married couples do this, but for me it’s always been a red flag. Marriage is, on some level, a gigantic leap of faith. You’re promising yourself that this is forever. If you keep your money separate…are you hedging? Making sure it’s a bit easier to get out when and if you need to?

Now, not all marriages are the same, and my “marriage model” needn’t apply to you. YMMV, and all of that. But I think the show intends, here, for my model to apply in this instance.

But we see other things, too. Lorelei is worried that Luke may not be entirely happy. Maybe her intense need to control her life has meant that he’s sacrificed far more of his own control for hers (it has, but, spoiler: he doesn’t really mind). Maybe she should be working to fix that.

Also, she begins to realize that, maybe, her own comfort doesn’t always need to be paramount. Maybe she can suck it up and be what her mom needs her to be once in a while. Maybe she can make some changes in her life in order to keep one of her best friends (Michel) happy. We start to see Lorelei realize that her absolute need to be the center of her own existence 100% of the time may be hurting the people she loves.

And then she flips out. Has a personal crisis and…decides to “Do Wild”. Apparently this is a book of some sort. Okay, I looked it up. The short synopsis: the author’s mother died, and her marriage broke up, and she decided to hike the Pacific Crest Trail alone in the hope that it would help. Sort of a midlife crisis book, though the author was actually quite young.

Lorelei heads for California, leaving Luke (who’s sure she’s REALLY leaving him, again) behind. And, when this happens, we all groan, sure it’s Max Medina all over again. She’s running. Admit it, you thought she was running.

When she gets to California, she finds out what we all knew, which is that her life is actually pretty good, and also that she hates hiking. Instead, she finds a diner, and, while trying unsuccessfully to buy coffee, has her epiphany.

Lorelei calls her mom, and we’ll discuss that in a later post. Then she goes home. To Luke. Who is still desperately afraid she’s leaving him, and who gives the speech we’ve wanted to see forever.

Here’s the thing: she’s not leaving him. She wants to get married. Partly, I think, for him: it’s what he’s always wanted. But, also, for herself: it’s what she wants, too, but she’s been too afraid of giving part of herself away to someone else to do it. Ceding control over her life in any small way. She’s also gonna expand the Inn, to make Michel happy. And she’s going to use the money her dad left Luke, to make her mother happy. (Oh. And she and Luke are going to spend two weeks in summer and a week at Christmas with her mother. Because of course.)

Lorelei does grow up. She manages to realize that not everything is about making the world see that they aren’t the boss of you.

So, Lorelei. Yay. Next time, we’ll talk about Rory. Less yay.

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