By Mary Anna Violi | @MaryAnnaVioli
I have a new, vicarious pleasure.
It has nothing to do with erotica.
Another knows of my secret delight.
I feel certain Netflix will not betray me.
My joy is in watching The Crown.
I admit it: I am an historical royal aficionado.
There you have it.
My guilty gratification revolves around a young queen.
Said royal attempts to navigate the stuffy, stodgy waters of royalty.
I don’t know how she breathed with the world watching.
The costumes, the setting, the politics all captivate me.
In spite of historical inaccuracies, The Crown’s narrative is good.
It’s more than good: it’s riveting, as are the actors.
Viewing all the protocol and precedence, I’m happy to be a non-royal.
But don’t take my word for it.
Watch it for yourself and see what you think.
Maybe you’ll get caught up in the thorough Britishness of it.
I know I did.
Ciao for now.