Bridgerton: Books or Series? Why It’s Problematic.

I had been planning to write this post for a while, I uploaded a story on my Instagram saying that Bridgerton was problematic and my dms have been FLOODED with people trying to justify it. I wanna talk about it in this post and also compare the books with the series.

This story revolves around the regency period, i.e. 1813, showing London’s ton. It particularly revolves around Daphne Bridgerton and Simon Hastings fake courting each other to them falling in love and the scandals in between. It also has its own gossip girl “Lady Whistledown”.

I read the first book the nine bridgerton books by Julia Quinn and oh my god. Honestly, the series is much better than the book. It is detailed and long. The characters in the series are portrayed much better, the book character of Simon is SO sexist and there isn’t really any positive change by the end of the book. Penelope Featherington is constantly called out as “ugly”.

There are a lot of things to unpack in the show to actually understand why it’s problematic and how the way the audience is perceiving it is way worse.

Race Baiting/ Colour Blind Casting? and Liberal Escapism

Bridgerton is one of the most-viewed series on Netflix. One of the major reasons for audiences’ attraction towards it was that it included people of all colour and series would reimagine the era but it didn’t feel like a reimagination of history or colour blind casting mainly because of the one conversation between Lady Danbury and Simon where Lady Danbury says “I understand that you believe such subjects of love and devotion, affection and attachment, you find it all trite and ridiculous, But have you any idea those very things are precisely what have allowed a new day to begin to dawn in this society? Look at our queen. Look at our king. Look at their marriage. Look at everything it is doing for us, allowing us to become. We Were Two Separate Societies, Divided By Color Until A King Fell In Love With One Of Us. Love, Your Grace, Conquers All.” This gives the idea that interracial marriage between The King and The Queen ( I am gonna talk more about them further in the post) solved the problem of racial discrimination? The writer of the show also said “With Bridgerton I wanted to escape to this lush, beautiful, cinematic world, but I also wanted to explore real topics like gender and class and race and sexuality- topics that are relevant and important.” but the actual struggles aren’t really discussed in the show except for one scene of Lady Danbury and Simon. Also, there is no Asian or Latina representation in the show.

The king and the queen

As mentioned earlier, Bridgerton is supposed to be a re-imagination of the regency era but the king, King George and the queen, Queen Charlotte were actually real people, real historical figures and King George in the series is supposed to be a big-hearted man who had the power to end racism but in real life, King George III didn’t only support racism but he and his son were major proponents of slavery.

The theory that Queen Charlotte was a black woman has still not been proved while the historian Mario De Valdes y Cocom argues that Charlotte was directly descended from a Black branch of the Portuguese royal family.

Sexual Assault (TW: Mention of R*pe)

One of the most controversial scenes in the show is where Daphne r*pes Simon just to prove her point. When Simon tells Daphne that he “can’t give her kids”, she mistakes it for him being biologically not being able to reproduce, but when she learns about the truth, she forces him into sexual activity. The book deals with this scene much worse and there could have been so many alternatives to this scene. The scene does show that men can be assaulted too but there were no consequences of Daphne’s action. This leaves such a huge impact on the viewers, Bridgerton being one of the most viewed series on Netflix, leads to a huge audience and this scene may lead to romanticizing sexual assault and without consent sex.

The Fashion

Okay, this isn’t “problematic” but I really wanted to discuss it. I watched this video by Mina Le–

I am not going to dive much into the fashion because I feel that she sums them up very well but the designers did a great job with costumes, making a ton of them, including modern fashion in period dresses, but they were kind of historically inaccurate. One of the most inaccuracy in the fashion I felt was the queen’s dresses. Even though, her dresses were iconic, they looked as if they were from 1750s-1790s.

Also, in that era, people weren’t that rich to actually buy a new and unique dress for every ball in the season but I feel as the writer wanted to show a lush and cinematic show, the designers ought for several dresses.

I guess that’s all I wanted to discuss in this post. I really feel if the writers wanted to re-imagine the history, they needed to re-imagine the attitudes of people or if they wanted to incorporate every issue, they needed to provide more than one or two scenes considering how grave the situation is.

to feel enough ~ avni jain

i have drunk life from flowers

and burried them in the pages of books,

i have let the sun dissolve me in it’s rays,

i have let my body lay in the lush green grass.

but

tell me

how does it feel to feel enough?

how does it feel to be in a moment?

how does it feel to be free of desires?

i don’t want to drink life from those flowers anymore,

i want to dissolve the sun,

i want my body to lay under the lush green grass.

-Avni Jain

“Why Not Me?” by Anubhav Agrawal Book Review

  • Title: Why Not Me?
  • Author: Anubhav Agrawal
  • Pages: 203

A hopeless romantic, Anubhav had been looking for the love of his life. When Zoya accepted his online friend request, he felt an instant connection. Soon, he was falling deeply in love with her.

For four years, first as friend and then as boyfriend, Anubhav waited for the day that Zoya would fall for him too. It never came. He had fallen in love with a person who had never really cared about him. He thought that if Zoya ever left him, he would be devastated. Turns out, it was the best gift ever.

In Why Not Me? A Feeling of Millions, Anubhav looks back on his roller-coaster ride of being crazy in love to heartbroken, expressing in words what countless others have felt. His message? A broken heart can make you a stronger person.

Already a national bestseller, Why Not Me? is a story of learning to love yourself again.

“Love doesn’t provide you with benefits or losses, it just happens. No conditions and no guidelines. And it’s never in control.”

The book follows the story of the protagonist, Anubhav’s experience with love. This book is based on the author’s life following the stories of his teenage and first love. The storyline takes you on a journey of seasons of love. While the story does focus on love, it is much more than that. You get to see the character development of the protagonist and learn valueable lessons. The author picks up an important topic while providing the reader with love story.

“I should understand the value of distance and how it doesn’t make things deteriorate but strengthens them.”

The plot gets predictable after a point. A few points were slowed and exaggerated. Language could have been better, there were quite a few grammatical errors in the book. The cliche plot and the language were major turn downs for me.

This book can be a great pick for young readers who are trying to get new perspectives on heartbreaks and love.

2.5/5

a good man

tw: domestic abuse

my blood is in your hands,
i wonder
i wonder how could you love someone
but still live w the sight of their blood on your hands.
and i sit in the hospital
at 2 am
alone
wailing
wondering
questioning
and i try
i try to piece all together
and i blame it all on myself
because in this sick twisted tale of ours, i never learnt to blame you.
and each day we get up put our masks on
with a smile so bright and eyes sparkling glitter and im scared
im scared masks have gripped onto our skins too tight and we’ll rip out our skins trying to pull them out
even when i try to get rid of this mask, they tell me,
they tell me,
stop whining
you are not a child anymore you understand
he is a good man
he must be stressed out
he must be drunk
but how do i tell them
that doesn’t justify your actions that shouldn’t justify your actions. and i don’t owe anything to you how do i tell this to myself?
when i love you.
so much.
but, well, if it’s love,
why is it so messed up?

next day
you come to me
apologize
tell me
you didn’t mean it and would never do anything to hurt me again. and i believed
i believed and i waited
waited till you forget this
and
hurt me again
the next time followed the same story your one step forward
my one step backwards
your eyes filled with rage
as if
you could kill me any next moment
your hands clinching into a fist
my breaths turning faster and faster every moment
you don’t owe him anything
you don’t owe him anything
i kept muttering this in silence
my head starts echoing
until
i take a step forward
i take a step forward
hold your hand
push you away
and run away as fast as i could
you grasped my hair
the one thing you told me you loved the most about me you grasped them
pulled me backwards
threw me
shove me into a wall
as if i were nothing
you are stronger than him
my head echoes with these words
my heart filled w the very rage that was once love for you until
i hit back

and then run
even when i could have fought back harder but
i knew
i still loved you.
so much.
-Avni Jain

death is my canvas and my favourite colour is you.

I’m drifting off to death.
something yanks me away,
a brush of cold air passes against the shell of my ear,
there are shadowy figures all around,
i had been running from them all along.
they had been chasing me in the darkness. they have been
cooing,
touching my neck,
creeping over me.
i can’t let myself loose against them.
i’ve come way too far.
the ground shuddered with the impact but i scrambled to my feet and
ran.
there’s camphor all over my feet.
the very camphor burning my heart.
will burning these demons give me enough light to walk through
darkness? or is it forever?
darkness.
darkness came over me everytime i ripped myself off to complete
you.
you.
i fought a thousand battles for you.
i won a thousand battles for you.
but i lost one,
i lost the one with you.
the one with your demons;
the one where i ripped out every shred of my skin,
the one where yearned to be someone else,
the day i lost the battle,
the lost myself too.
my body is both a shelter and a warning both at once.
my death is my canvas and my favourite colour is you.

and
no

no, this is not a love poem
where i could weave you as the perfect man
with a bright smile
and dreamy eyes
how your skin shines when sun sets on your face
but i cannot
i cannot romanticise my scars
the cuts on my wrists
the way i flinch when you raise your strident voice;
how living in my body
feels like living in a crime scene.
how every word i write turns to ash
because
i know
yours are not ears they need to reach.
but there’s still music inside of me,
love inside of me,
and voice more than enough,
for my words to reach the right ears.
-Avni Jain