Bridgerton: A Man’s Perspective [Editorial]

[The views expressed in this article are those of the author and may not necessarily reflect those of That Hasthag Show, LLC.]  I’m sure you probably have preconceived notions of what this article will entail just based on its title. Harsh criticism, perhaps? A misogynistic man-splaining of the Shondaland production? Claims the show is “woke” or “for women” or reactions of similar perspective? Well, dearest, gentle readers, allow me to subvert your expectations by saying that I will offer none of such commentary. This humble author, to the contrary, absolutely cannot get enough of Netflix’s Bridgerton, for reasons numbering many more than one.

The first time I saw the show was when my wife was about two episodes into Season 2. I sat down, watched a few minutes, joked about the theatrics of it all, and questioned how she could watch something like that. I of course answered my own question by watching the rest of the episode, and then binge-watching the rest of Bridgerton that I’d already missed. Needless to say, I was captivated. Not only by the interweaving story lines and the mystery and intrigue surrounding Lady Whistledown, mind you. But also by the show’s superb writing, acting, use of setting and color, and relatability of characters to whom we have no real business relating.

Why I enjoy Bridgerton

A show like this, while adorned in rich color and cast among exquisite settings, is wholly dependent on the writing and the way in which the actors perform for its success. I’ve yet to find a single actor in the series that doesn’t absolutely excel in their portrayal of their Bridgerton character. It is those performances, and the inherent relatability they create, that truly makes the show. For me, as a writer often lacking in self-confidence, I can wholly relate to Colin’s feeling of inadequacy and envy when it comes to Penelope’s mastery of the craft as Lady Whisteldown. So too do I understand the self-imposed pressures Anthony bears, and the fierce love and loyalty he dedicates to his family. In many ways I see myself in Benedict, unsure of direction, yet full of empathy and passion. Eloise represents every strong woman I am blessed to have in my life. And then there’s Penelope.

I know a thing or two about the written word being the best, and sometimes only, means by which to express one’s self. Especially when other means often may be daunting, difficult, and anxiety-inducing. I don’t pretend to be a great writer; I can only hope that others read and enjoy my musings as much as I enjoy, and honestly, need, to create them…. as does Penelope. It is a true testament to the show’s writers that they’ve drawn me in so deeply with these characters alone. The rest of Bridgerton that comes with it is just gravy.

Why not enjoy it?

If the show just isn’t your thing, hey, that’s cool. If you’re able to acknowledge and accept that it is for others without judgment, even better. Unfortunately I know that I will nonetheless likely receive backlash from some male readers for admitting to watching a show like Bridgerton. It’s woke. It’s for women. I must be gay. I should turn in my man card. That’s what many of them will say. And to that I reply… why are you so afraid of shucking stereotype? Are you really so insecure that you can’t watch, or, God forbid, actually enjoy something that doesn’t contain expletives and explosions? I’m not, clearly. If you are, though, well, I can’t change that. And that’s too bad for you. Because you’re definitely missing out on some great stories, better writing, and yes, even quite a bit of sex. Really good sex.

All seasons of Bridgerton are now streaming on Netflix.