Mr. Darcy

This weekend I came down with a terrible flu, and it happens to be, not only very cold due to the impending winter, but also a long weekend here in New Zealand.  So everyone is off adventuring around, and I am stuck in bed, completely useless to the world.  So, what better to do that have a little alone time with Mr. Darcy?  I can't think of a better bedridden activity than watching 5 hours of BBC magic, Pride and Prejudice, staring Colin Firth in the English countryside.  I love everything about Pride and Prejudice: its stunning scenery of Elizabeth skipping around the English woods picking wildflowers, the glamorous balls thrown by Mr. Bingley, and did I mention Mr. Darcy?

...sigh.  But, I haven't mentioned what I like most about Pride and Prejudice!  I love stubborn headstrong Lizzie, I love how she breaks social norms of the time by refusing both Mr. Collins and Mr. Darcy's proposals (although, the latter of those is a little puzzling upon inspection of the fourth photo from the bottom), while remaining tasteful and respectable.  I think the message shines through, even for women in the 21st century, that we can be strong and demand that our needs be met, while still retaining our femininity.  Don't get me wrong, women can be feminists in any way they see fit, but it is comforting to know personally, as a  lady who likes all things lady-like, that I can be lady-like and powerful.