It’s Christmas Eve as I write this. As required by U.S. Law, I must acknowledge this celebration by honoring my long-held, sacred traditions. My one tradition is posting the video of Patton Oswalt’s “Christmas Shoes” routine:
Not in a good place today, kids. There is a crack in the Arctic ice shelf that you could drive a fucking truck through, a greedy orange boil has appointed a climate change denier to head up the only agency in our government designed to protect the planet, and maybe Russia was responsible for some fuckery during our election.
Let’s ignore that ever-present feeling of helplessness and despair to talk about Gilmore Girls shall we?
Gilmore Girls be like:
SPOILERS TO FOLLOW (OBVIOUSLY!)
Welcome to the very last review of the original run of the Gilmore Girls! I can’t believe I did it.
One more to go after this.
OMG. I only have TWO. MORE. AFTER. THIS.
Three more reviews left after this one. THREE.