Gilmore Girls is finally ending, hooray. Since I’ve been watching that show with reasonable faithfulness since it’s inception and I am approximately the same age as Rory, you might expect a little more wistfulness. However, Gilmore Girls warrants increasingly high scores on the Irritation O’Meter. I originally enjoyed the show because Rory and Lorelai were so snippy, smart, and independent, but over the last few years they’ve slowly spiraled into madness characterized by troubles with OMG MEN. Additionally, women keep getting pregnant, and everyone’s all, “But you’ll love being a mother! You’ll be great!” No mention of, oh, I dunno, not squeezing out a kid just because one started growing in your uterus, even though you don’t really want it and can’t really afford it. Irresponsible reproduction is not something intelligent women should promote.

One of my biggest complaints about the series is conspicuous consumption. Between ever-expanding vast wardrobes, ordering takeout, and eating at restaurants, their single income household should be bankrupt–particularly as Lorelai also owns a business. Statistically speaking, estimating the amount of money spent on food shouldn’t be too difficult. My sister owns the first five seasons on dvd, so if I were to stratify by season and watch a few random episodes I could come up with a reasonable tally of how often Rory and Lorelai eat restaurant food or buy massive mugs of coffee on a daily basis, and calculating estimators is deceptively simple after data has been collected. If I can just get through finals week, success will be mine…