[Please note that this essay consciously ignores certain events that transpired in season 7 because...ugh.]
When I was 15, I thought Lorelai Gilmore was perfect.
Not actually perfect, I wasn't so naive that I couldn't see her flaws, but she was my ideal, the person I most wanted to be if I could crack the code: witty, charming, smart, beautiful, resilient...able to converse with men without turning bright red or