It has taken a year of tireless campaigning to convince The Man Who Lives In My House to watch Downton Abbey with me. I found it myself about six months ago when he was away at a meeting. I watched the entire first season over the course of 3 days on Netflix.
It is, as you probably know, SO ENGROSSING. Who will Lady Mary marry? What is Mr. Bates' secret? Why does Anna find him attractive? Why is Mary so mean to Edith? Will Sybil become a suffragette? More importantly, will she run off with Branson, the chauffeur? And why, oh WHY is it no longer customary to dress for dinner? Because I really want to swan around in a drapy, beaded frock.
None of this sounded appealing to TMWLIMH. He is afraid that if he watches Masterpiece Theater, he will turn into our parents. In fact, he might age. Perhaps avoiding PBS is the secret to his youthful visage! (I have completely given up on hope of him ever watching antiques roadshows)
I don't care. The show is so good it is worth it. I will just go get some botox. I cajoled him into watching the opening episode of season 2 with me.
"World War I has started!" I promised, "So there will be explosions! And trenches. And bad Germans, although not yet Nazis."
Well this piqued his interest, albeit grudgingly. Is this not mysterious? Why is a man attracted by war, but not love and intrigue and issues of social class? He sat through the 2 hour special with me.
"What did you think? I asked him as the credits rolled, "Wasn't it great? Aren't you excited for next week?"
"Well, it was better than I was expecting," he admitted, "But I think they could improve it a lot if those women just took their clothes off."