When it comes to my choice in television and films, there is nothing I enjoy more than period dramas. This has been true ever since PBS’s Masterpiece Theatre and ABC Family’s original movies (think a cast of 22-year-old CW stars playing 16-year-olds in a two-hour long dramedy, usually in a vacation/camp scenario) were neck in neck for my undivided attention.
Most recently, I’ve been getting my fix from a British series called Downton Abbey, a romantic romp through the end of Edwardian England led by the noble Crawley family. Aside from inspiring a yearning for a romance with an ideological Irish chauffeur named Branson, the show also has me pining for a time when gloves were as a much a beautiful extravagance as they now are practical.