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Now enmeshed into the vocabulary of popular culture, the Gilmore Girls serves as a paragon of the perfect world that can never exist. A utopia if you will, governed by ideals of community, consumption, and cultural perspicacity. Unlike its equally innovative cousin Buffy the Vampire Slayer , which unleashed slaying witticisms on unknowing vampire folk in the dark of night, the Gilmore Girls is beloved by many for its warmth, its vibrancy of spirit, and above-all-else, its loquacious Gilmorisms.

But alas, it is a world of fiction, far removed from our reality; indeed, it is a world of hyperreality, where everything seems plausible and within reach, yet in actuality, is just outside the limits of our outstretched hands. While this poses obvious dangers it also provides cathartic respite to the weary of heart.

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Hyperreal culture, manifested in cultural products like theme parks and reality tv, is a form of escapism, as much as any Harry Potter novel. In an age of prevaricating politicians and libidinous celebrities, the utopian world of Stars Hollow offers a much-needed sense of comfort, a reprieve from the dull workaday grey that we wake to each morning.

It gives us a sense that such a world is possible, and we have only to find it to revel in all its delectations. Stars Hollow is the epitome of a hyperreal construct, at least by the standards of modern society. It harks back to a perhaps mythical time, much simpler than our own, when a small town was more like a family than a mesh of abstract self-indulgent individuals.

In this place food is plentiful, as is laughter. Colour abounds in autumnal glory and the soundtrack to our lives flits from Macy Gray to The Clash before settling on some sentimental Carole King. I had to get out of the room before he got me. So, I jumped out of bed and locked my pillow in the bathroom. Lo and behold, you have become one with the town of Stars Hollow.