life imitating art

For those of you who don't have the pleasure of knowing me in person (who am I kidding? I'm not up there with Petite Anglaise or Ms Mac with a massive or semi-massive readership), I am addicted to a little show called Gilmore Girls. So much so that I'm known as "Oh my goodness Jess you have six seasons of Gilmore Girls can I borrow them?" Just like that, so breathless, that they don't add quotation marks because they want to watch it so much that they must start speaking at machine gun pace like Lorelai and Rory.

Anyway, watch enough of the show and you'll get engrossed in the characters. For example, there's Rory, whose best friend is Lane, an Asian girl who plays drums in a rock band and falls for guys that inevitably her strict religious mother will disapprove of. Rory wants to be a journalist so she studies her backside off, does work experience at a local newspaper and gets told that she just don't got it. She's involved with a future media mogul à la James Packer, who has a dazzling career....

Hold it right there. Let's stop and compare with me.

There's Jess, whose best friend is Laney, an Asian girl who plays guitar in a rock band and falls for guys that inevitably her strict religious mother will disapprove of. Jess wants to be a journalist or producer so she studied her backside off, did work experience at local radio stations and is struggling to find a job. She's involved with a journalist who has a dazzling career...

Well shit. Should I ask Warner Brothers for royalties?

I'm just like Rory Gilmore minus the cutesy small-town life and random trips to exotic locations.

Damn.