There is something so “aren’t we sophisticated” about Lady Mary having the dirty with Tony. Like she’s decided that having actual sex makes her sophisticated and modern and smart, so she’ll do that. There’s no sense of actual desire in it, just smugness. Downton Abbey this season is full of smugness about modernity. I’m all in favor of having sex before, during, and after marriage, but Lady Mary’s idea that having sex with Tony will allow her to know for sure whether or not the marriage will work out is hilarious. I will happily explain to her in gruesome detail exactly how much premarital sex I had with the two men I ultimately divorced. Ah, well.
Thomas has had no sex at all with anyone lately, certainly not Jimmy, who likes him, but not “that way.” Baxter and Mosely, and Isobel and Lord Merton, are flirting around the edges of sex but they may never get there. Or we may fall asleep before it happens. Carson and Mrs. Hughes? Lady Grantham and that very tan guy? The Abbey could be full of sex if people would stop being so damn genteel.
I am not terribly interested in Lady Mary’s Quest for Dirty Hot Sex, but I do love when she’s a stone bitch, and telling Edith she behaved like an idiot was highly entertaining. There’s our Mary.
Let’s talk about Edith. Everyone’s objection to her becoming a patron for the little girl who is actually her daughter is that she may get bored after a while. You can’t lavish all this attention on a child and then wander off! Really? That’s the whole objection? What about the part where the Drewes have three other children who are being utterly ignored by the Great Lady who sweeps into the house, pays attention only to Marigold (ferfuxake, what a dumb name) and then sweeps out? I bet they feel like shit. Also, she’s stealing a baby. Seriously. She gave up her child for adoption and is now utterly ignoring the needs and feelings of that child’s mother. Because Mrs. Drewe is Marigold’s mother.
Lord Grantham, meanwhile, is a petulant bitch. Speaking of stealing children, his temper tantrum about how Tom can’t steal their grandchild? He’s the child’s father. That’s. His. Child. Grandparents see children on the sufferance of parents, even if those grandparents are titled, you fuckwit. By treating Tom’s politics as some kind of derangement of his recent past, and making Miss Bunting so incredibly unwelcome, he’s doing a fine job of driving Tom into her arms. I loved the conversation Tom and Miss Bunting had about Sybil, as in, there was a reason she ran away with him. That was sweet. And smart. There’s nothing particularly smart about having Daisy suddenly need a teacher in order to force this couple together; the seams of the script are glaring, but I’d like something to happen with Tom other than standing around wondering where he fits in, so fine.
Lord Grantham is also bitchy about the war memorial, but let’s face it, cricket is more important. They’re British.