Just before Valentine’s Day, I tweeted that I had never seen Downton Abbey. To which some smart-alec I know tweeted this to about 200k followers:
As you can imagine, I heard from a “few” devotees who pretty much begged me to tune in for “at least the first season.”
So a few days later, with John by my side, we watched the first episode of the first season. Afterward, I tweeted, “t’was ok“.
My husband wanted to know why we didn’t look like these women while we watched it.
But now, four episodes in, I’m starting to get the hang of it. You just have to step into that time and embrace their world view to truly experience those “WHOA!” moments with more oomph. Then, scenes like the Dowager Countess of Grantham’s first experience with a swivel chair really is hilarious. And Lady Mary’s acceptance of a male suitor to her bedroom makes your palms sweat in fear for her honor.
And so, I was truly immersed in the spirit of the day when we watched Lady Sybil proudly marched into the room in her new outfit and face her family.
“PANTS!“, I stage-whispered to my husband in a mixture of shock and awe. And then giggled uncontrollably at how completely scandalous this had been to me.
Yes, Downton Abbey, you’ve got me hooked. I think my husband would still rather be watching The Walking Dead though.
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I watch alone. My husband doesn't get it. I love it, though there is something in the second season that may have lost me. Can't tell yet, but it feels like it jumped the shark.
I'm a huge fan of the history of it all. Of how we moved from a world of servants and the major separation of classes, to this sort of change now. How even a middle class family would have "a maid" or "a cook". I also think there is a relationship between that era and "The Help". I think people sometimes forget that if you were say, Irish, in England during a certain era, that you were a second class citizen, or worse. No comment specifically, it is all just so damn interesting.
I haven't seen it. That show seems MADE for you!