Yesterday's post garnered some of the strongest opinions of any topic I've ever written about--I'm telling the Fox network that something gets everyone's dander up besides guns, gays,abortion and partisan politics. In fact, next time my tongue gets bloody from biting down on it while I'm listening to somebody preach to me about sanctity and life, liberty and pursuit of happiness for all people--not just the ones living independently of their host placenta and uterus I am totally going to interrupt them and say, "Speaking of pursuing happiness--which you were so eloquently and pedantically defending just now, which Mr. Darcy do you prefer? Colin Firth in the BBC production of Pride and Prejudice or Matthew MacFadyen in the 2005 film?"
Oh man, I'm getting steamed up again just thinking about it. On the one hand, you have that electric ballroom banter between Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. On the other, Mr. Darcy dives into a pond and emerges all dripping and --see? HOT topics in the Blogosphere.
My own gentlemen-in-training continue their strict regimen of careful aim while urinating, clearing their dishes after each meal, and hanging up their coats. I've yet to quelch some of their more barbaric tendencies, however. Like stuffing candy wrappers under furniture or beneath couch cushions. And picking their noses. And leaving their crap all over my house. Never one to rest long on my laurels, we're about to enter Phase II at Green Girl's School for Gentlemen.
This is for Hen, who misunderstood our debate and keeps stubbornly bringing up Rupert Penry-Jones who has NOT played Mr. Darcy, but did quite adequately shiver my timbers as Captain Frederick Wentworth in Persuasion. Hm. He'll do in a pinch, eh?