THE Bridgerton buzz that has been reverberating through social media for the last few months is hard to ignore.
But, for those of you who haven’t caught up with the third instalment of the Regency romance, there isn’t much to know: former wallflower and secret gossip columnist Penelope Featherington (played by Ireland’s own Nicola Coughlan) falls in love and marries handsome, though slightly annoying, posh guy with a pout, Colin Bridgerton (Luke Newton) – and that’s it.
Except the glamourous glossy magazines and social media trolls just couldn’t leave it alone, could they?
Following the release of the second half of the season in June, which involved a rather exposing sex scene between Coughlan and Newton, my social media was inundated with stories and posts commenting on the actress’s body and how it doesn’t fit within conventional beauty standards – thus, apparently, rendering the relationship between the two unrealistic.
In a recent article penned by Zoe Strimpel for The Spectator titled Bridgerton’s Big Fantasy, Strimpel declares that “Coughlan is an actress of great value, and might be adored, but she is simply not plausible as the friend who would catch the handsome rich aristocrat Colin Bridgerton’s eye in that way”.
The article subsequently went viral, with many expressing their disagreement and disappointment that someone with the access to such a huge platform would use it to pointlessly pick holes in a harmless fantasy drama.
In all honesty, I don’t think Strimpel really meant what she wrote in the article: I think it was a ‘hot take’ designed to provoke a reaction – and, evidently, she succeeded.
However, just when I thought the trolls were retiring and Strimpel’s piece was disappearing into the ether, Forbes magazine just happened to publish a well-meaning article with the utterly disturbing headline ‘Bridgerton: Are We Still Not Ready For A Mixed-Weight Romance On Screen?’, thereby fanning the flames once more.
Firstly, why are so many people afraid of the word ‘fat’? I remember that, throughout primary school, my friends and I firmly believed that this was in fact the enigmatic ‘f-word’. Although, admittedly, it actually does feel like a swear word now.