perspectives.

perspectives.

Everything happens for a reason. 

This phrase is something that I’ve found myself repeating in my head multiple times in my life: when I’ve gotten my heart broken, when I’ve had falling outs with friends, when I didn’t get accepted at my first choice school. Now, I hate cliches more than anyone I know, but this one has stuck with me for as much of my life as I can remember (probably because I was brought up on the concept of karma and putting good vibes out into the world). Lately, the phrase has been showing up in my life for even more reasons than normal.

I started a job as a buyer for a recycled clothing store in San Francisco shortly after graduation, and I truly felt I was thriving there. I was consistently meeting (if not exceeding) my goals as a buyer, I was very financially secure working there regardless of the fact that I started out making minimum wage, and the girls I worked with there are truly some of the most amazing people I have ever met. I was even given the opportunity for a keyholder position at the store after only being there for two months, which I accepted and performed those duties for the rest of my time there. But everything started to change around late September. I had moved out of the city and I had a very long commute, I wasn’t really seeing eye to eye with the store manager, and I had not gotten off any of the time that I had requested off so I could go home to Los Angeles to see my family (I had not been home since March, and the only family I had seen was my parents when they came up for my graduation in June). I was miserable all the time, hated going into work, and had little patience for the job I was doing. The last straw was when I found out I had to go back to school to take one more class, and that was not taken by my workplace very well because they were used to me having very open availability and really needed that for the scheduling (granted I went back to school to take one class, and it is only one morning a week, and I would be available to work mid-afternoon to close on that day, so it really should not have affected scheduling all that much anyways).

So I made the decision to quit, right before the holidays. I knew that I would have to hustle to find another job in the new year, that I couldn’t afford to be unemployed for all that long. But I also knew that I had enough money in savings to support myself for the month of January, maybe even February, between what I had in my savings account and what I knew I would be getting from the vacation time I had accrued at my job. I am not a risk taker, I do not like being out of my comfort zone, but it turns out that this is the best decision I could have made for myself. I was able to spend the holidays at home with my family and really enjoy the company of not only my parents and dogs, but all of my extended family that lives in Southern California (which is most).

And then last weekend, I got a phone call from my dad from the emergency room, saying that my grandfather had a heart attack, and then another call a few days later saying he had passed away. Being away from home in times like these isn’t easy for sure, but I am coping much better than I would have been if I had not given myself the opportunity to go home for the holidays. Even though I have only been working part time, and struggling financially a little bit since I have been back in the bay area, that is so worth it to me. The time I was able to spend with  my family this holiday season was so worthwhile, and even more so after this news.

I have spent the last two months at a part time job I really love, but I have been having to spend my free time counting change to make ends meet. I have almost maxed out my credit card and have been making minimum payments on it. I have spent a whole day binge watching netflix and wondering if quitting my job and leaving my long-term financial security was actually worth it, was actually worth something as simple as being happy and feeling respected by my workplace. And let me tell you, especially after this past week, it has all been put into perspective and it was the best thing I have ever done for myself. It all happened for a reason. 

gilmore girls ruined my life. 

gilmore girls ruined my life. 


I might be the only girl my age who’s ever said this, but I did not watch Gilmore Girls when it was originally on the air. I know I know, but to be fair I was five years old when the pilot premiered, I had no older siblings who watched it, and my parents were on the stricter side about what I would watch (although I’m sure at five years old I was watching Blue Clue’s and had no interest in more complex shows anyways). I didn’t really seem to be missing anything through the years of elementary school and middle school while it was on air as none of my friends were watching it anyways.

Fast forward to college and many of the people in my life were obsessed with the show. My Big, my housemate, it seemed like everyone had Luke’s Diner mugs and aspirations of being as witty as Lorelai. I tried to start the show a few years ago but the fast dialogue made it really hard to follow and the only thing I found myself relating to was the insane amounts of coffee that they drink. I assumed that everyone around me was just nostalgic for the show, but since I had never seen it I had nothing to be nostalgic about. Once everyone finally realized that I was not getting into it, they left me alone and the topic was not really brought up again.

That is, of course, until this past fall, when Gilmore Girls mania took over social media following the announcement of A Year in the Life. I could not escape the frenzy anywhere I turned, and honestly I think I may have seen more Gilmore girls posts than political posts during the fall and early winter. When the reboot premiered, it was all that was showing up in my social feeds, between Instagram photos of groups of girls eating like Gilmores or think pieces from online companies debating what the last four words really mean. This is also the point in time where I quit my retail job in favor of an office internship and with my newfound free time decided, if I can’t beat ’em I might as well join ’em. I plopped down in front of the tv with a bag of chips, picked up the remote, and searched for it on Netflix.

I took about a month to binge the original 7 seasons (each season has about 22 episodes and each episode is roughly 45 minutes — that’s a lot of time spent watching one show!) and I finished the revival 3 days later. I had a rough time getting into the show at the beginning, but I made the decision to stick with it through the first season and if I still didn’t like it, I would stop. But about halfway through the first season I was captivated. I found my high school self relating to Rory’s character in the early seasons, my young adult self relating to Lorelai’s ambition, and I was drawn in by Emily’s snarky comments. So I kept watching, and I became so invested in the characters and their relationships.I was not totally thrilled with the seventh season of the show, as this is when a different network and different writers came on to the show, but was hoping for redemption through the revival.

And sure, I got my redemption. I got a lot out of Emily’s character in the revival, with her struggling after Richard’s passing. Lorelai ended up with Luke, which was predictable but very satisfying after their tumultuous relationship through the last few seasons of the show. I have so many problems with Rory though. She doesn’t seem to have learned anything from her past relationships, she is still a cheater, she is still the other woman. She drags a seemingly nice guy along throughout the entire course of the revival because she keeps forgetting about him (which was a funny joke at the beginning of the first episode and then got old really quickly. Poor Paul). And then the show ends with her telling Lorelai that she is pregnant. Granted, she is in her 30s at this point and definitely old enough to make her own decisions, but as someone who wanted to be a journalist and travel the world (and these aspirations were still going strong in the revival), it doesn’t seem to be the most practical thing for her at this point in her life. We also don’t know who the father is, even if we have our guesses, but all of the men who could possibly be the father are not people I would want her to end up with.

Regardless of the countless problems with Rory, there are also just cultural problematic topics. Some things I ignored in the original series because of the time, but for a show that was made in 2016 some topics were terrible to continue bringing up. There’s the body shaming that happens at the Stars Hollow pool, which Lorelai and Rory honestly shouldn’t have anything to say about with the way that the two of them eat. The fact that the town can’t have a gay pride parade because they don’t have enough gay residents, so they are looking to send interested people to the next town over to participate in their parade. The show could have still kept its wit and true style without bringing these topics in,  and a lot of the content that is shown through the rest of the show is proof of that. With the state of the world we live in now, and the audience of the show being much older now, these topics seemed completely unnecessary to bring up at all, and are usually not brought up in this context in modern tv and film. I was honestly disappointed in the writing of the show. And even after hearing all of the negative reviews of the show after it was first released, I was still hopeful. But after watching, I would honestly have rather had the show end after the 7th season and not have the revival exist at all, even with the aspects that I loved so much. I might have a skewed view after being a first time viewer and watching the entirety through lol in a row, but I think my opinions are shared by many viewers. I am curious to see what will happen with the show and if there will be another spinoff to give us even more answers, but I think that if it does happen I will stick to reading about it online rather than viewing it myself.