Pride & Obsession

I don't understand how I'm such a big fan of Pride and Prejudice and I didn't find out about this until now. I dove into The Lizzie Bennet Diaries whole heartily and was done in a few days. Like Netflix binging, I can't even imagine having to wait weeks on end to see what happens next. Though it could have been amazing to watch the whole story unfold on YouTube, Twitter, Blogs, and Tumblr and those various other social media places I have no idea about. 

 Watch this now. Work isn't that important.

Of course this goes back to my theory that anyone that portrays Darcy has an immediate 20% additional attractiveness added to him (much like a military uniform or tuxedo). This version of Darcy is my current favorite and has penetrated my brain. I went down a rabbit hole recently. Did you know that the internet is full of people writing version of their own taking these characters to new places? Turns out some of these places are a little, um, naughty.

Keeping my prude shorts on, I found myself immersed in these stories where its redone from Darcy's point of view, or seeing happily ever after for a little bit longer. I am a sucker for true love. In many different forms. And apparently the same people's true love. 

The creators of this now Emmy winning series knew to capitalize on this and came up with companion book that chronicles what Lizzie kept off the internet. Got that quickly and now at a loss for what else to do with my life. How do I keep doing this to myself?

I think this is a wonderful modernization of a story stuffed down our throats by high school English teachers. I'll admit when I was angry feminist high school me, I was too dumb to really understand the story and just blamed everything on the sexist society. Now that hormones and angst have stabilized I can admit how much I enjoy Pride and Prejudice for what it is. That and the Back Street Boys. Oh yes, Mr. Darcy, I want it that way.