The Gilmore Girls And Food

gilmore girls foodIt’s hard to believe that it’s been six years since since we last heard from the Gilmore Girls.  But we got a number of heart warming seasons with the wacky, fast talking gals of Stars Hollow before the show ended and we all got old.

The mother daughter duo so clever they’d make Aaron Sorkin feel like flaccid and inarticulate won television viewers’ hearts thirteen years ago with their quick quips, beauty and inexplicably titanic appetites. Seriously, those Gilmore Girls ate a lot, like if they weren’t fictional characters, you would probably worry about them.

Some hilarious genius at The Huffington Post (click for the full breakdown) calculated the number of calories Rory and Lorelei Gilmore would have consumed daily if they were real people. Between pancake and hash brown breakfasts and cheeseburger lunches and cherry coke and cake and all that’s in-between, Huffpo estimates that the daily caloric intake of a Gilmore would be about 3,970 calories.

While I know that the depiction of thin women adorably inhaling calories like pizza loving garbage disposals is irritating to many, I’m kind of into it. I too hate that it’s cute and ok for thin women to have big appetites, but not for women of size and men who say they “like a girl who can eat” but have a strict “no fat chicks” rule are despicable. However, I think it’s cool to show the way junk food and eating can bring people together and be fun and that robust appetites are not necessarily evil. The Gilmore Girls, as far as I know, never apologized for being women who wanted to eat more than their fair share of food.

Here are just a couple examples of Gilmore Girl’s food love:




Info via HuffPo//Image via the WB

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    • Fabel

      THIRTEEN YEARS AGO?? I suddenly feel old as hell.

    • chickadee

      I have no problem with the idea of showing all people having good appetites, but I wouldn’t encourage any show to depict a nearly 4000-calorie diet as normal.

    • Tina

      This is absolute porn to the diabetic, carb-challenged, and calorically challenged woman. That said, I was never against eater’s porn. (Humans gotta eat to survive.) Obvious fantasy, except for the few. Sometimes it catches up in later life. But I gotta remember, this is poetic license.

    • Jim King

      I too hate that it’s cute and ok for thin women to have big appetites,
      but not for women of size and men who say they “like a girl who can eat”
      but have a strict “no fat chicks” rule are despicable.

      You must be a fat chick. I bet you don’t find it despicable if those “women of size” would prefer a thin, athletic man to a fat slob? Yeah, that’s what I thought.

      • Penny Marie Sautereau

        Says the troll who “hates” fat women so much he stalks them all over the internet like a little kid with a crush.

      • Jim King

        I don’t hate them I just find them disgusting – like most guys. There will always be a minority group that’s into whatever perversion. The internet caters to all of the. But most men, and women, find all fatties grotesque. You might try to convince yourself otherwise because a few weirdos find you attractive – like I said, there are always people, luckily a minority, who are into any weird, disgusting thing.

        As for stalking, what are you doing? My comment quoted the article’s author. I must admit I’m surprised you’re still alive, though. I do genuinely doff my hat to for managing to even get out of bed in the morning, day after day. In your shoes, I couldn’t do it.

      • Penny Marie Sautereau

        Disgust IS hatred. You aren’t disgusted by a thing unless you hate it and don’t understand it. Transsexuality is not a perversion, it’s a medical condition. And there are 5 decades of medical science and study that contradicts all the transphobic bile you spread.

        And no kid, I’m not stalking you. I decided to give you a taste of your own medicine in the vain hope you might actually have JUST enough of a brain to realize that finding me on the net once a year to attack me completely unprovoked is a pretty sad pathetic piece of proof how empty and pathetic your life is. Until yesterday, I have NEVER sought you out. And even yesterday was only in reaction to you. YOU always fire the first shot., And history proves I always fire the last one, because you ALWAYS shut up for about a year after I laugh at you and refuse to cry in my milk like you desperately want me to. You fail at trolling me, but yet every so often you get so depressed you foolishly think finding me and picking a new fight with me will ever end any other way than you being embarassed.

        It’s ALWAYS you starting. And it’s ALWAYS you slinking away in silence. And you’ve proven your obsession with me, because after 3 years of your bs, I STILL don’t even remember you exist until you start mouthing off again. I forget you. You’re the one who’s desperate for MY attention.

        But every single time you start in with your sad “Oh your so fat, your life must be hell, you should kill yourself” routine and I NEVER get upset but instead either yawn at you or outright mock you, you prove beyond ALL doubt that you’re obsessed with me, and you fit the definition of insanity; Trying the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.

        The ONLY thing in ALL of this that you’re right about is that you couldn’t survive in my shoes. Because you’re just too weak. ONE DAY of the excruciating pain I live in every day and you’d be swallowing my morphine to escape. Because you’re a sad insecure weak-willed little pussy no woman wants because of your shitty bitter misogynist transphobic attitude.

        You are made of hatred. And hatred is all you’ll ever get from the universe.

      • Jim King

        Not, disgust and hatred are not the same thing, imbecile.

        I’d like you to cite a few of those five decades of medical science that contradict what I’ve said. You can’t do it because they don’t exist.

        And no kid, I’m not stalking you.

        Of course you are. And I’m not the first you’ve stalked. I’m not the first you’ve had a problem with. But, of course, in every case it’s the other person who has a problem, they’re at fault, they’re full of hatred, bile, etc., etc. Who do you think you’re kidding? Do you believe everyone else out there shares your profound stupidity? They see through you (with a high powered x-ray machine designed for elephants). Give it up.

      • Penny Marie Sautereau

        Yes, disgust and hatred ARE related imbecile. (See? I can use big words too. Unlike you though I actually understand them and can apply them properly).

        Go look at the comments on the Trump article. I did EXACTLY that. Though if you weren’t such a lazy shitstain and could be bothered to do your own damned research you’d already know I’m right. You haven’t though, as made PAINFULLY obvious by your hateful ignorance, and you very likely won’t even seriously read the links I left you. You’ll go in clinging to your bigotry and won’t read with an open intelligent mind, if you even read them at all.

        And no, I’m not stalking you. I’ve never stalked anyone. And it always IS the other person with me, because I NEVER attack ANYONE unless they’ve attacked me first. YOU are the first person ever whom I’ve sought out on another site, and I did so with you only to make a point. One which you’re clearly too stupid to get. YOU have stalked ME around the internet for THREE FUCKING YEARS like the pathetic obsessed loser you are.

        Typically you come out of nowhere, leave some childish unprovoked nonsense about how I should kill myself solely because I’m overweight and how because YOU think I’m gross everyone else on Earth simply MUST view me the same way, despite you being offered plenty of evidence to the contrary. Then I reply once, laughing at you, calling your stupidity for exactly what it is, and point out how truly sad you are. Because I don’t cry or act hurt or even phased by your idiocy, you always slink off with your tail between your legs in shame. Then I forget you exist, until however many months later when you AGAIN come out of nowhere to start lobbing your obsessed childish insults at me.

        YOU are the stalker. Except for THIS week, in trying to make a point that you clearly ignored, I have NEVER gone looking for you. I’ve blocked you on whichever sites allowed me to do so, and in places like Disqus where I can’t block you, I’ve simply destroyed you and ignored you. And once you go quiet I don’t acknowledge you exist.

        And yet YOU keep coming back. Have you ever asked yourself why? I have NEVER done or said anything to you to provoke you. This all started because YOU didn’t like the silly offhand joke I put in my profile on Cracked. YOU fired the first shot. YOU decided that my being comfortable enough in my own skin to be able to crack jokes about my body was SOOOOO offensive to you personally that you inexplicably made it your mission to try to drive me to suicide.

        (Something that is fast becoming a prosecutable offense across North America by the way, you might want to remember that).

        You, YOU, decided that because YOU were for some inexplicable reason offended by my self-confidence and found me physically unattractive that it gave you the right to harass me. YOU went looking for me online. YOU found me on Facebook and my blog, and when I blocked you, you went and found me around the web on Disqus.

        In what universe is that healthy behaviour kid? How is it you’re SO deluded and lost that you fail to see how seriously fucked up that is? A complete stranger who doesn’t fit into YOUR idea of what’s normal and acceptable accepts herself just as she is, and YOU spend three years harassing her unprovoked. Why? For what? What is your end game? You SURELY must realize by now none of your childish unimaginative insults are ever going to upset me or affect me. That I’m not going to off myself on your say so. And yet still every so often there you are, attacking me out of nowhere unprovoked again.

        Oh and FYI, you’re the only one of us stupid and deluded enough to think EVERYONE believes like you do about me. Me? I’m perfectly aware I have stupid haters who can’t stand me. I’m perfectly aware there are plenty of people who think I’m an ugly freak. But you are not me. You’ve only looked for people who hate me like you do. You had access to my Facebook once, and somehow managed to miss all the people who love and support me. Because of course you did. Acknowledging that there are plenty of people who DO think I’m a beautiful and worthwhile person contradicts the narrative you’ve set in your head for me.

        I don’t care what haters think. I find it funny that you lot get SO obsessed with MAKING me care. It’s FAR more important to YOU that I see myself as you see me than it is for ANYONE else except the other haters.

        You really are pitiful. I’d feel sorry for you but you bring all this on yourself. You could have just read my Cracked profile, muttered to yourself whatever derogatory BS you think of me, and moved on without EVER engaging me. YOU chose to start attacking me. ALL OF THIS is SOLELY on YOU.

        If you insist on continuing to deny that fine, but I really am done with you. I’ve proven you wrong beyond all reasonable doubt.

        I would (and have) happily forget you exist at all if you’d just grow the fuck up and STOP. I never did ANYTHING to you to deserve your obsession except be a woman who is different than your definition of normal and who accepts and embraces it. How that is in ANY way a crime against YOU personally, only your sad fevered mind knows. But YOU started all this. And now it’s time for YOU to grow up and let it go. MY life only affects you if YOU allow it to. YOU are the one with the obsession. YOU need to find the maturity and strength to let it go.

        Move on. Because I’m done humouring you. You are beneath me and I’ve wasted enough energy on batting you around.

        I NEVER start “flame wars”. But I damn sure win them. Because I’m confident in my knowledge and experience and I know my life matters. I know I’m a beautiful person and that trolls troll because it pisses them off that I’m comfortable with my life while they’re not. Trolls troll me because they hate that there are women who find ME fuckable when THEY can’t get laid. Trolls troll me for a variety of reasons. But NEVER because I actually DESERVE the harassment.

        The issues trolls take with me are THEIR OWN failings as a human being, not mine.

        I won’t claim to truly understand why my refusal to cry and mope all day about being fat or my refusal to let anyone tell me I’m just a confused man in a dress enrages you so much that you became obsessed with trying to destroy me (and repeatedly failing SPECTACULARLY). I can safely assume you have issues that you’re projecting onto me. But enough is enough.

        End it. Now. Prove you have ANY intelligence, decency or maturity at all. Walk away again. And this time never come back. Because I’m not going to acknowledge you anymore and enable your deluded stalkery obsession. Every time I out-troll you I only feed your weird creepy obsession. So no more.

        Goodbye Jim. I sincerely hope you get help for whatever issues have made you such a sad bitter hateful miserable human being. But I’m happy with who and what I am, with my life, and with the love I have in it. And you need to just accept that and stop trying to change it, because you CANNOT change it. All you can do is keep making an ass of yourself. And that isn’t getting you anywhere except embarrassed.

      • Jim King

        So, no, you can’t produce any evidence to support your opinion. I’m shocked.

        Invest in a dictionary.

      • Penny Marie Sautereau

        I provided plenty kid. You proved me right by ignoring it. But here’s some more just to prove the only one of us with ground to stand on is me.

        You’re welcome. I win. Again. Now back to ignoring your sad useless ass. Toodles!

      • Jim King

        You appear to not know what evidence is.

        I really wish you would stick to ignoring me – for one thing, It would save you repeatedly embarrassing yourself.