Silent all these years

Warning: This blog contains a rant about Gilmore Girls. And maybe some spoilers.

Midway through last night's Gilmore Girls, I got this odd feeling in my stomach. Watching Chris and Lorelai finally get together in Paris, having a romantic dinner at 6am, enjoying a fluffy, down bed, well, it just made me want to...

Puke.

Am I merely uncomfortable with public displays of affection? This is very true. Is it sad dialogue that makes these grown people into a one-dimensional, puppy-love couple? Is it that I really can't stand Christopher because, in the end, he is not a rock? He's a pile of rich sand. I'm not even sure I like Luke anymore. Is there a third option?

I believe in shows ending before getting to this point. I believe in new shows lasting long enough to find a stride. Which reminds me: Why aren't you watching Studio 60?