Write it down in your diaries. At the end of this month, Lady Whistledown will take up her pen again and return to our screens with the second season of Bridgerton.
Last year, viewers couldn’t get enough of the candy-colored costumes, sex scenes in delightful Georgian follies and the sullen stares of Regé-Jean Page.
It was streamed 82 million times in the first four weeks and was Netflix’s most successful series until gorefest which is squid game came with.
All of this begs the question: why do we, and women in particular, have such a crush on regency romances? It’s a pretty niche era to get romantically tangled up with – considering the landed gentry made up less than 1% of England’s total population at the time.
Obviously, Jane Austen was one hell of a writer. Fast forward 200 years, and it remains crystallized in our collective minds as the most faded of times – filled with letter writing, secret meetings, horse riding and sex.
We tend to forget the less attractive elements; like miserable poverty, rigid class systems and gout. Not to mention endemic syphilis.
This month in the US new dating show The Courtship broadcast. It sells like ‘the bachelorette Passing by Bridgerton‘.
All men must dress like Mr. Darcy, with ties and embroidered waistcoats. On their dates, they must try to woo a single woman while performing the Sussex waltz, demonstrating their expertise in fine lawn sports such as croquet, or practicing calligraphy. I can’t imagine they’ll find skill sets extremely useful once the show is over.
“The calligraphy was definitely different from sending a ‘What are you doing? Text at 2am after a night out at the club,” one of the contestants remarked. What gallantry on his part!
Obviously, this era has power. The producers of Bridgerton are aware of this and are already upping the ante for the second season by saying that viewers can expect a lot of “forbidden and super sexy passion”.
As if to prove it, last week they posted a photo of the Viscount of Bridgerton stepping out of a lake wearing a see-through shirt. A nod to Colin Firth in the 1995 BBC show Pride and Prejudice.
Soggy shirts on one side, there are plenty of reasons why the fantasy of Bridgerton and a regency-style boyfriend can appeal to viewers.
First of all, most Regency boyfriends (Mr. Rochester, Mr. Ferrars, Mr. Darcy, Duke of Hastings) tend to be very polite. Even when they’re moody and rude, they’re still ridiculously polite.
These men will never call you “for fun”. Oh no, they have manners. As most women know, that kind of respect can be a little light on the pitch, so we really appreciate it. Plus, if the girls aren’t respected, there are usually repercussions – like a deadly duel (fun!).
Nowadays, the aspirations of the female protagonists of the regency may seem limited; get married, have kids, become a backgammon expert and buy a new embroidery hoop. Despite this, all of these women wield some power. This power can be because their family is monetized and they don’t have to settle for a cad, or they are incredibly beautiful and they don’t have to settle for a cad. . Or they write a salacious newsletter and don’t have to settle for a boor. Whatever the reason, they have power, and we love that.
All couples have dazzling amounts of sexual chemistry. This is reinforced by having them do silly things like sit in little ornate chairs and talk about the weather before confessing their love. It’s fun to watch (and that’s basically the premise of First dates).
But for me, the most appealing aspect of the show is the weather. Everything moves so slowly – like wading through molasses. The characters seem to spend days doing nothing but crocheting, eating cute little piles of cake, and strolling through walled gardens talking about a fan they saw in a shop window there. at six months.
Life doesn’t move like that anymore; time seems to be perpetually stuck in hyper drive and rushing forward.
All women live in a bubble. A bubble where they just gossip, talk about parties, fall in love and have incredible sex with extremely handsome men in a variety of historically listed buildings. And then they have time to start all over again.
Considering that, it’s perhaps not so surprising that we keep coming back to it, after all.
Who will play the Material Girl?
Madonna’s search continues. The Queen of Pop, Madonna, has penned an autobiographical film which is set to go into production later this year.
The big question is of course; who will play the Material Girl? The film’s cast was dubbed “Madonna Bootcamp” with actresses auditioning for 11 hours straight.
These include choreography sessions with Madonna’s choreographer, choreography sessions with Madonna, readings with Madonna, as well as singing auditions. Why doesn’t Madge just save time and hassle and go for it?
Snack attack on ghosts…
A new Snack dating app, described as “Tinder meets TikTok” for Gen Z, has gained attention for its anti-ghosting technology (they missed a trick without calling it Ghost-busting technology).
It works by “deprioritizing” profiles belonging to users with a bad history. “Singles get flagged for ghosting too frequently, so the more you ghost, the less your profile is seen,” Snack says. According to SpectatorSnack also allows its users to leave user reviews.
Relationship coaches all seem to agree that ghosting is the worst; it is humiliating and paralyzing for the ghost-ee. It’s much better to bite the bullet and tell someone if you don’t click with them.
I understand all that. But it still makes me uncomfortable that a dating app runs a star chart for users and forces former matches to leave reviews.
This implies that ghosting is always driven by malevolence or some sort of sociopathic indifference. But sometimes it’s not about that. Sometimes the ghost can go through its own problems. Or maybe they legitimately forgot to officially end the relationship.
I do not excuse this behavior but there are explanations. And encouraging people to rank each other doesn’t seem like the best way to go.