Once upon a time I thought I would have like to live in the sixteenth century, I love the idea when i was little whether I was a Princess of a simple Lady. I fell in love with the idea, the life and I really love the fashion, the dresses I fell in love with while I could always look to a man and laugh at his outfit. I thought it would be so romantic and grand well. . . I change my mind. Now that I think about the whole thing it sounds horrible.
Once I thought that the court of King Henry VIII would have been a glitz and glamorous place. I bet it was but never would I have like to roam his grounds back then. Yes a woman holds power but what if she doesn’t know how to wield it or worse the man knows she holds the leash. What happens then? I can’t imagine for the life of me what I would do if my family used me for political gain. What I would do if the person tire of me as soon as he had me. I couldn’t do it. I can’t imagine having to submit like some of those women did. (yes I watch the Tudors but so what.) The women in the sixteenth century really had to put on their big girl panties and deal with it.
I love my friends and by now I still am surprise by some of the things that come out of their mouths, especially my male friends. Tonight, just a few seconds ago something came out of my boyfriend’s mouth that surprised the mess out of me enough to make me drop my ice cream. (I never drop my food, he shocked me that much.) But some things still continue to shock me. like this conversation I had with my bf (you can call him a boyfriend if you want to but he’s more like a best friend.).
Boyfriend: “would you do that for me?”
Me: “Would I do what for you?”
Boyfriend: “Marry to gain us financial stability”
Me: (raises brow)”I don’t get it.”
Boyfriend: (patiently sighs while pausing the movie)”would you marry an old man for his money then ‘kill him’ so that you can marry me and we could live off his riches.”
Me: (mouth hanging open, this is also the part where I drop my ice cream.) “So you mean that you would be alright with me being a whore?”
Boyfriend: “Whore is such a strong word. Think of it as having your own sixteenth century sugar daddy.”
Me: He has my full attention, damn the movie for the moment. “So you wouldn’t be mad?”
Boyfriend: The idiot shakes his head. “No. should I be?’
Me: My mouth drops at this point. “YES!!”
Boyfriend: “Oh well,” he schools his face to his serious expression. “I’d be upset, but seriously babe, think about it. If he’s old all you need to do is a really sexy strip tease for him.” my sweet boyfriend smiles. “he’ll go right to sleep.”
Me: “So your saying that you would let me marry an old man- instead of you- for his money and you would expect me to kill him?”
Boyfriend: “Well” the idiot leans back. “kind of, we would get married later-”
Me: “After I was rich!”
Me: “And you were nothing more than a struggling courtier?”
ME: “So I’ll be rich and you’ll be poor. You’d let me be a whore-”
Boyfriend: “For us of course.”
Me: “what makes you think I’d take another look at your sorry ass in the first place?!”
Boyfriend: Now he stares stupidly. “Because you fell for my smile and pretty words.”
Me: “No more the Tudors for you.” I said and popped him on the forehead with an ice cream sticky hand.
He grins and turns back on the Tudors.
Five minutes later. . . “does that mean you’d do it?”
Me: “SHUT UP!”
The new season of the Tudors begins April 11, 2010.