I frequently liken my family to the Gilmores. Part of that is I have lived a life of privilege, the best schools (like Chilton and Yale), Summer Camp, Music Lessons, a library within walking distance where I spent much of my youth, large areas of undeveloped land practically in my back yard, Scouting, Swim Team, Golf, Skiing, Sailboats and Canoes.
Not too bad Richard and Emily did for my brother and sister and I, but there’s also the personality similarities, especially between Emily and my mother. If it’s not a name brand it does not exist. I’m sure she would have put plastic on the davenport, but midwesterners don’t do that sort of thing.
Anybody have any pop? I like Vernors but you have to import it.
I’m only half troll though, Richard’s a Yooper and his dad came over from Denmark as a child so I know how to make pasties AND ableskiver (first you need an ableskiver pan, Gilmores get them on their thirteenth birthday, Emily had to learn from Lorelai The First before she was allowed to marry into the family).
But the most startling similarity between the Gilmores and my family is the dialog. Guests sit down at the dinner table and leave impressed by the viciousness and wit. Reactions have ranged from- “So who IS afraid of Virgina Woolf” to “Me Oww Ms. Parker” to “You should be writing this down dude.”
As if. But I am sooo good enough to write for The Stamford Eagle Gazette Mr. Huntzberger. In fact, I bet I could get a gig at The Baltimore Herald if I put my mind to it, following around Obama on the campaign trail. I am the reigning Lorelai and if you want to sit down at the table cocktails start promptly at midnight.
