Gilmore Girls (starring Lauren Graham and Alexis Bledel) debuted on Oct. 5, 2000. I immediately loved the quick-paced, pop culture-laced banter between mom Lorelei (Graham) and her teenage daughter, Rory (Bledel.) I needed to talk slower my whole life, so these fast talkers were my people.
Beyond the rapid conversation skills, I also related to the mother-daughter connection. When the show debuted, like Lorelei, I was also a mother in my 30s of two “Rorys” ages 5 and 2.
Watching the show, I found myself hoping that Lorelei and her daughter's relationship was something I could emulate when my girls were teenagers. Like Lorelei, I loved blueberry muffins, canned frosting and pancakes. Imagine how great it would be to indulge in junk food together, without fear of jeopardizing their health or mine? And after hours spent enduring The Wiggles and Barney marathons, I hoped that one day my kids would embrace ’80s classic movies like Diner and The Breakfast Club just like Rory. I didn’t want to be the type of mom that nagged her daughters to eat their vegetables, do their homework or take out the trash. I’d much prefer to spend our evenings laughing and drinking coffee at the local diner.
Would it be possible to use the Lorelei method in real life? Could I raise strong, intelligent, kind women without ever having to be authoritative? Would they brush their teeth, get good grades and, most importantly, be kind people without rules, bedtimes and chore charts? And would they want to hang out with me all the time if I was a “cool mom” like Lorelei?
Of course, the answer was no. Stars Hollow was magical but fictional. There is no “Lorelei Paradox” that allows you to eat toaster strudel and canned frosting daily without causing bloating, zits or cavities. In real life, moms sometimes have to be the bad guy to raise a good person.