Rory Gilmore,the precocious little tween with a heart of gold and a collection of pop culture references to make some Simpsons writers envious, was never the main reason to watch Gilmore Girls. (That would be her mother, Lorelai, because Lauren Graham is one of the greatest things to happen to television since Walter Cronkite). But for the first couple of seasons, she was a total delight.

Sure, her overly precious, mumbly, I'm-only-going-to-open-the-corner-of-my-mouth-because-I'm-basically-an-infant way of speaking was a little irksome, but hey, everyone's got their quirks.

But then Rory went to college and, as so many college students do, became insufferable almost instantly. This was always a character played to be "well beyond her years," but once she gets to Yale, her utter lack of impulse control makes her look like more of a petulant child than she did at the beginning of the series.

It's during these later years - and continued through Netflix's revival - that the cutesy facade falls away to reveal a very self-centered, bratty, even ignorant woman who's much too accustomed to getting her way and crumbles at the mere mention of anything not going according to plan.

Also, she routinely leads men on and/or cheats on them and/or helps former boyfriends cheat on their wives. So...there's that.