Downton Abbey Obsession
I am actually thinking about Downton Abbey. Okay, much can be said about the lovely costumes, the great writing, and the fine acting. All of that is true. I love watching the wealthy woman and all their clothes, but I always really enjoy the downstairs bunch, who are leading lives that are just as complicated and fascinating. Probably more so.
And to be honest when I say I’m thinking about Downton Abbey, what I’m really thinking about is Dan Stevens as Matthew Crawley and how he has wormed his way into my kinky little heart.
From the start, I was quite like Mary in that I didn’t really like him. I wouldn’t like the feeling that I HAD to marry someone because I was an heiress. And he seemed sort of ambivalent himself. Then, of course, he was engaged to another woman until she died. I’d never been so glad to see a character offed in my life.
But there really was no other way to get rid of Lavinia. It had to be done if Matthew and Mary were to be married. That narrative arc came together last night very nicely. We get little shots of them in bed together—which has done my obsession no good. At all. The other thing that has not done my obsession good at all is this article in the Sun, which talks about the Downton Abbey guys wearing period underwear and how it doesn’t really “contain a chap at all.” Oye.
Now, how is a red-blooded American erotic romance writer supposed to concentrate on this (exciting as it is):
When this is playing in her mind?
Quite distracting, isn’t he? Sigh.
Any Downton Abbey fans out there?