I adored the first season of Downton Abbey. But, four episodes into the second, I quit on it. Not to say I won't watch again, but it rounded the bend and I won't expect anything more of it than I would ...
... And I'm going to stop here to admit something painful, and so shameful I must -- for the first time -- utilize a "hide my shame" barrier ...
I've been addicted to show that is nothing more than a trashy soap opera. Yes. I've been watching, and even occasionally live tweeting, a soap opera. I remember watching my grandmother knit while sitting on the sofa engrossed in her "stories," and thinking, "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK WOMAN, I KNOW YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS!" Now I understand how you get sucked in.
Bates seemed like someone you could root for, but he and Anna have devolved into a maudlin pair of star-crossed not-even-lovers yet.
Sybil, who seemed like she might be a realistic character, continues to hang around Branson, as intolerable a bore as ever donned the livery.
And the whole thing with Mary and Matthew also being star-crossed and unrequited ...
Don't even get me started on tiresome maid who made the unfortunate decision to bed a convalescing officer, that storyline has been deadly.
I still love the Dowager Countess and enjoy the acting, but I can't let this be one of my "stories" any longer.
