Et tu, Lorelai? Yes, it's been a sad, sad few days. The "Gilmore Girls" is canceled. Goodbye parenting TV Nirvana. Hello ... "Notes from the Underbelly"? No thanks. Sure, a lot of other important stuff happened this week. But really, when the best. show. on. TV. goes off the air, does it matter anymore?
So join me as I fill my own sippy cup with this and recount all things that don't really matter compared to the saddest. news. ever. Perspective? Not likely.
Sarah learns one of life's truisms: Bob Dylan rocks, but he scares the bejebus out of little kids.
Karen wants you to forget all those stereotypes -- cougars rock! (My words, not hers ....)
Jessica pulls a Madonna. No, she didn't pilfer orphans. She just wants moms to express themselves!
Kelly enjoys poking out children's eyes. And mocking your penis. And I don't blame her.
Alisyn spares Jaime Pressly the bad news. She thinks pregnancy is bad? Try post-partum. (She still rocks on "Earl," however!)
Melissa lies to her dentist. The shame. The shame!!!
As much as this posts makes me want to call Stefania a bag hag, she is the editor, soooo .... bag lady it is. (Goodbye Christmas bonus!)
Patti won't write on your underwear -- she'll just use an adhesive label. Ouch.
Rachael wants to hire a sitter and try something new. Now there's a date night I could get behind. Oh wait, laser tag? I was thinking something else. Hey, anything to take my mind off the pain.
[Special thanks to Random House for the photo of Gay Talese and fam. I was very, very pleased to stumble upon this in my weekly search for the best in vintage family photos.]
