By Diana Metzger
This season of Downton Abbey should really be titled “How Edith Got Her Groove Back.” With chic London standing in for a tropical island and elder newspaperman Michael as the Taye Digg’s character lavishing Edith with sexual attention, it’s exactly the same as that Angela Bassett movie. Edith, this season, finally gets to let her hair down, or at least give it some cute wave, and get out on the town.
I’ve always felt fond of Edith because from the get-go she’s been the quintessential middle sister. She’s always ready with a quip against Lady Mary. Yes, I’ll admit she’s a bit of a pill and she’s pulled a selfish dirty trick or two, but I sympathize. Until this season she’s always wore dumpy clothes. One would think she’d get to enjoy at least some of Mary’s hand-me-downs. She doesn’t even get the spillover of Lady Mary’s sexual spoils. She watches as all the men, and let’s face it the women too, fall all over Lady Mary. Her younger sister, RIP, Lady Sybil played the perfect do-gooder until the day she up and died. Even with one sister down, Edith still can’t compete. She can’t measure up to a saintly ghost and she certainly isn’t in the running to challenge her hottie older sister, especially when she even looks great in black mourning attire.
Edith and Little Women’s Jo seemed like fictional kindred spirits: the smart, literary awkward one who was bound to find love, after she achieved career success, the sensible sister. That time finally seems to have come for plucky Edith, she’s allowed to gallivant off to London to see Michael and to submit articles to the paper. Cheers to Edith for having it all this season!
I worry that her uptick is short lived, though. If this show taught us anything about Edith it’s that once her spirits go up, they’re going to come crashing down. I mean the girl barely got to mope about being left at the alter before conversation turned back to Mary. I would love if Edith’s ultimate revenge isn’t even a great husband, but writing a tell-all fictionalized account of her family at Downton that garters her great acclaim. I wouldn’t blame her for selling out a family that treats her like a soggy biscuit.