I loved historical romances when I was younger. There was something magical about an arrogant elegant hero meeting the heroine at a ball. Whisking her into a Waltz, neither intending to fall in love. There was always witty repartee, the gowns, the adventure.
As it was pointed out to me numerous times, novels are for living in a temporary fantasy world and reality is cruel. Details arent taken into consideration.
Take for instance if I were to travel back in time I would have to deal with:
- body odor. hygiene. people not washing hands. NO TOILET PAPER?!
- no indoor plumbing.
- no washing machines.
- no modern medicine.
- salmonella poisoning
- no electric, gas heating. or air con. ( I would be so screwed)
I waved those aside. If I was going back in time, I wasnt going to be some peasant! I was going to be a lady. Of a noble house. Wear fancy clothes. Attend balls.
I had stars in my eyes, until I watched this video!
My mouth dropped. More than 4 layers of clothing and it was just her underwear! What the fuck!
Oh hell no!
How would a man be able to undress me if I am wearing that when we wanted some Afternoon Delight? He would be lifting all the layers of clothes up for a quickie. How romantic! How he would be able to find anything underneath all that?
The lingerie and corset is so beautiful but would be horrible to wear!
Wearing my bra is a walk in a park compared to wearing all that!
And easier to get out of!
I may have my romantic notions crushed by not being able to survive a day back in the past, but at least it wouldnt take all day to just get in and out of a bra.