I’m biased.

Big time.

As in, hands-over-my-ears, I’m-not-listening-to-reason biased.

See, I grew up in New England. It’s home. It’s my roots.

Now, I live in the new and modern West Coast. Been there ten years. I have to admit it’s a pretty cool place to live, but it’s not New England. What is? Nothing. New England is special, unique, annoying as heck, and totally sigh-worthy.

And one of my favorite things about watching Gilmore Girls is that it’s chock-full of so many reminders of New England, and all the idiosyncrasies about the region that drive you so crazy at the same time they ground you and let you know that you’re H.O.M.E. We’ve got intellectual elitism, Old Money, freezing ankles, history like you’ve never seen before, traditions . . . the list is so long! Warms me up just thinking about it. . . .

Face it. The best thing about Gilmore Girls is not Luke’s stubble.

Did You Steal That Class Ring?

One of the most beautifully annoying, aggravating, and wonderful things about New England is the intellectual snobbery. I mean, seriously, is there any place in the world that has a 1:5 ratio of people to colleges/universities? (i made up that stat, but I’m sure it’s close.) Private high schools abound; Ivy League alumni reproduce like rabbits, permeating every sanctuary in the region; and everyone is judged based on where they went to school. And Gilmore Girls represents this intellectual elitism so well that I can barely keep  …