By Capt Sistagurl
While Bridgerton is one of the most well-written Shondaland productions in the history of Shondaland. I find myself placed in a less favorable sentiment. Logic. While the fantasy of the series creates superficial realities where old England is far more progressive than its present version, I struggle with the way in which the season places fantasies back into the lap of women.
I think it took women and young girls years to get out from under the thumbs of fairy tales but here we are, believing that love matches can be made in a matter of days and passion can keep a life of longevity in a marriage.
But is it something we as humans can attain? Or is it merely just something that allows us to remember when he didn’t fart as much, and he actually wanted to know truly what our interests were?
Can love sustain the levels of passion that are commonplace in period pieces and rom coms? Or is the sustainability of love a lot more mundane and practical? What defines romance when a marriage or relationship extends beyond the love fog some would say is communication, a semi-active sex life, and good ole fashion grit.
But that’s not what’s heavily apparent in romance films and series, what does remain is bold declarations in the rain and a fast-forward to built families, lovely clean children, and an even faster montage of a couple resting in their old age on porches.
We get it, long gazes turn into, the perfect combination of gentle and rough sex, which turns into marriage and childbirth, which then begets the happiest of endings.
We've seen this before. About 85 million times already.
However, enjoy the show, and live in that good ole fashion whimsy, it's a great destination for your mind. Especially in a world full of increased interest rates, the potentiality of world wars, celebrity chaos, and TRAUMA. We all need a mental vacation.