Watching “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel” brought back memories of Amy Sherman-Palladino’s earlier “Gilmore Girls.” (Her mother was a dancer, and Amy, a dancer herself, received a callback for the musical “Cats,” but gave up the footlights for writing, much to her mother’s chagrin.)

Lorelai Gilmore and her daughter Rory were like an instruction manual about how to survive on junk food and still be incredibly beautiful, inspiring a litany of articles about what would happen if someone ate the “Gilmore Girls” diet IRL, from Pop-Tarts for breakfast (or doughnuts at Luke’s) to Chinese takeout, tacos, or burgers and fries for dinner, plus oceans of coffee and (always) “movie nights” with Red Vines and Mallomars. Vegetables never crossed their threshold, although their often-dreaded and much-maligned “Friday night dinners” with the wealthy grandparents were well-balanced (but washed down with a chaser of guilt and contempt).

Still, they sure made setting a bad example look good.