I'll admit it, the past few weeks of reruns have been really rough on me. The tension. The sniping. The I'd-rather-be-stuck-with-Friday-night-dinners-for-the-rest-of-my-life-than-give-you-my-new-cell-phone-number coldness. Can Jan. 10, when the season picks up again, come any faster? (No, it can't.) But in the meantime, I am doing a little bit better. (Thanks for asking.) That's because I absolutely freaking positively loved, loved, loved this episode. No one, and I mean,
no one does blue-blood badass better than Emily Gilmore. (Kudos to
Kelly Bishop, who's long overdue for an Emmy nod.) Who knew that this white-gloved, prim and proper, always calm, cool and collected, high-class lady could even go there? "You were a two-bit gold digger fresh off the bus from Hicksville when you met Mitchum at whatever bar you happened to stumble into," she quietly told Shira Huntzberger, who really should've passed some wrath on to her obnoxious husband. My, my, my. When it comes to Rory's honor, it's Emily, the little woman behind the big, wealthy man who truly put her mouth where her money is. (Those two have a lot invested in keeping up with their moneyed friends and maintaining their upper-crust image.) Good for her. Even if she was only standing up for Rory's right to date Logan (what about the whole internship disaster?), she took that beeyatch down. Lorelai would've been proud.