As of today, it is officially 11 weeks, 77 days, or roughly 1,848 hours until the premiere of Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life . But it’s not like I’m counting or anything. Given that I love the show enough to start doing math, you would think I was a GG fan from day one, but I actually arrived at the Gilmore Girls party a little late in life. I started watching in 2009, which was two years after the show had ended (or, back when we thought it had ended. . .in the dark ages before Netflix started making all our magical binge-watching dreams come true). I was a high school senior, and it was the era of beautiful and reckless teens on TV. It seemed like everyone I knew was watching Gossip Girl or 90210. W hile I have nothing against those shows, I found it difficult to relate to the supermodel-esque socialites in them. I was the teen who spent most of her time doing her homework, babysitting, and volunteering at the local library. I didn’t consider my existence abnormal, but I also had a hard time finding girls like me represented in mainstream media.