Seth, you ask what happened to the nighttime soaps of yore. They’re doing well on Univision, but there are still a few Yankee sudsers out there, including Mad Men, which is also self-consciously focused on a transformative era. I’m not quite sure where Don Draper fits in the Downton universe—it’s hard to slot him into a world where knowing one’s place is key, since his defining moment came when he abandoned his own place and took someone else’s—but I’m pretty sure that after stepping out of the steno pool and into an office, Peggy Olson is Mad Men’s Gwen. I suppose Roger Sterling is America’s Lord Grantham—if m’lord were a louche, womanizing bully. Or perhaps we need to broaden our definition of soap—a Tumblr making the rounds puts words from Parks & Recreation into the mouths of Downton denizens, and vice versa, suggesting those shows have more in common than one might think. (Warning: Some of the images constitute Season 2 spoilers.)
I’m curious what you two make of Sir Richard Carlisle. I am exceedingly disturbed that he doesn’t know the difference between hunting tweed and walking tweed (after all, the man’s a Scot!), and that marriage proposal—“I think very highly of you”—wasn’t exactly heart-stoppingly romantic, but he and Mary seem very well-matched. They’re both smart and scheming, and although his words weren’t exactly mushy, I was quite impressed when he told her, “We’re strong and sharp, and we can build something worth having, you and I, if you let us.” He gets her! Mary’s sharp tongue and clear vision are among her most admirable qualities. She’d get much more use out of them with Richard than she ever would with Matthew.
That said, my heart is not so icy that I don’t enjoy seeing hard-edged Mary get all melty around Matthew. But has he ever brought her anything but tsuris? Getting away from that house, her family, and even the advice-offering servants might be just what she needs to fulfill her destiny.
Regarding your observations about Downton Abbey’s old-school attitude to physical beauty, Seth, it kills me that we’re supposed to act as though Lady Edith looks like the back end of a bus. If she is less attractive than her sisters (and I confess I do enjoy the show’s brunettophilia), it’s because of the envy she harbors in her soul. But habits and hair color are destiny at Downton. Thomas—excuse me, Cpl. Barrow—and O’Brien are always surrounded by little puffs of smoke; if I couldn’t see their cigarettes, I’d think it were brimstone. I won’t believe that O’Brien has really changed until she completes a smoking-cessation program. And given the Brits’ attitude to redheads (I direct your attention to this BBC story that asks “Is gingerism as bad as racism”), if I were Ethel, I’d be asking Mrs. Patmore if she has anything in her pantry that also doubles as a hair dye.
I’m off to dine like a chartered accountant,
Editor’s note: For the benefit of American readers who haven’t yet seen Season 2 of Downton Abbey, please do your best to avoid spoilers when commenting.