I made a joke post about Gilmore Girls recently where I pretended to reveal my favorite episode and then said I didn’t have one not because I didn’t like the show but because I’d never seen it. Then I followed up by saying that I didn’t even know what the show was about. Now I have to admit that I don’t even know what I don’t know about Gilmore Girls. After all, if I don’t even know what the show was about, how could I have any idea what the true scope of my Gilmore Girls ignorance was? I’d have no idea.
Note, this post may entirely exist because Douglas Hackle mentioned his hope that there was at least a third installment in this series. How could I disappoint Douglas Hackle? Dude wrote Clown Tear Junkies. That rocked, and I’m sure his newest, The Hottest Gay Man Ever Killed in a Shark Attack, will too when I read that (which I will, and you should too). If he thought “there’s more to say about how [I] have nothing to say about the Gilmore Girls,” who was I to disagree?
I mean, come on.