The first day of my Big College Internship, I stood on the sidewalk outside my new office, stared up at the high-rise windows and thought of only one person: Mitchum Huntzberger.
For those of you who skipped past Rory’s fall from grace in Season 5 of “Gilmore Girls,” Mitchum Huntzberger — her boyfriend Logan’s dad, a media magnate — tells Rory on her first day of work that she “doesn’t have what it takes” to be a journalist. This prompts Rory to have a breakdown of unprecedented proportions, causing her to drop out of Yale (famously) and steal a boat (also famously).
While luckily I didn’t have to live through the same rejection, my nerves about the start of my own career made me want to say: Rory, please consider this my formal apology for judging you. If I had a Mitchum of my own? Forget the boat, I would’ve thrown myself into the harbor.
When “Gilmore Girls” premiered on the WB in 2000, I hadn’t been born. In 2007, when the show completed its seven-season run, I was 4.
Like much of Gen Z, I came across the show on Netflix, when I — and many of my fellow first-time viewers — were in the same phase of our lives as Rory was at the start of the show: high school.
