A couple of weeks ago Netflix released the entire series of “Gilmore Girls”—a crowd-pleasing, Bechdel -test-passing dramedy infamous for its quick witticisms. The release was undoubtedly one of my (many) favorite moments in Netflix history.
I am definitely not alone—at least half of the many people I’ve mentioned “Gilmore Girls” to recently have also confessed to binge watching it now that it is available to them.
There is something about this show that makes binging on it particularly concerning to me. The two protagonists, Lorelai and Rory, along with many of the supporting cast—even the seemingly malicious ones like Paris—are all relatable and heartwarming people. I do not doubt that people like them exist; in fact, I strive to surround myself with such good-natured people. Yet I am generally aware that not everyone is harmless and quirky.
The entire town of Stars Hollow—the setting for “Gilmore Girls”—is completely unimaginable to me. Perhaps I am too much of a jaded New Yorker, but the existence of a simultaneously working class and cutesy neighborhood seems like a stretch.
Stars Hollow is a place, where all of the people are loveable and funny, the most dangerous person is a rebellious teenager, and everyone gets your obscure Velvet Underground and David Lynch references, so why is it’s depiction so addicting?
Aside from the picturesque snow scenes, even the tones of the show are warm. A theme song by Carole King lulls us into this sweet town and the music in between scenes is calm and friendly, too.
So what does it say when students, as busy as we are, make time to binge on a show that depicts an ideal reality? “Gilmore Girls” is by no means thrilling—everything moves as slowly as one would expect in a small town.
As much as I appreciate the quick dialogue, I expect it to be alienating to some people who don’t get the weirdly specific and often outdated references. Yet I haven’t met one person who had any strong feelings against the show. Hell, as much as I critique it, you can bet I’m looking forward to an episode as soon as I finish writing this.
There are surely more risky escape mechanisms than “Gilmore Girls”—our parents should be thankful we aren’t doing bath salts or anything, right? However, that doesn’t change the idea that when we watch this show set in an ideal world we are escaping from a not so ideal one. That is perhaps why binging on it can feel so de-stressing.
It isn’t constructive to escape, and not everyone has the privilege to do it with the quick act of watching a TV show. I don’t reserve the right to tell anyone whether they should escape for a little bit. But I will say that perhaps it might be constructive to confront those things that we wish to escape, without the aid of Netflix. Perhaps there will be no need to escape into a falsely idealistic world if we concentrate more on crafting a real one.