Is it Just Me or is Lady Mary of Downton Abbey an Asshole?
That’s it, I’ve had it! Lady Edith finds out that the love-of-her-life and newspaperman-at-large, Matthew Gregson, is indeed dead, killed (most likely) by the henchmen of Hitler, and Lady Mary goes out and gets a fashionable bob? With which to bewitch Lord Gillingham, whom she illicitly bedded (forcing an embarrassed Anna to procure her contraception!) then decided to dump (whilst still hoping he’ll pine like a monk) and when Lady Edith is distressed by said-death(!) Lady Mary treats her like a big bore.
Yes, yes, I know Lady Edith ratted Lady Mary out about the unfortunate Kamel Pamuk situation back in season one, the Turk dying while ostensibly atop Lady Mary, but still – hasn’t Lady Edith been through enough with Mary scaring off Edith’s old-guy suitor with the bum arm in season two?
Initially, it’s true, I thought Lady Edith a bit, how shall we say, church mouse-ish in appearance, but how she grows on you with her vulnerability, her dewy eyes, her gentle, yet steely resolve to raise her own child, while that fucking, stalactite Lady Mary sees her baby for five minutes between teas and vaginal kegels to create the steel glove that entraps unsuspecting lords and dignitaries!
And let us not forget that she burned the train ticket that would have absolved Bates of murdering his wife Anna’s rapist! Lady Mary probably used it as kindling to burn a Lady Edith effigy, no doubt fashioned of tea cakes Anna had to fetch Lady Mary along with a 1920 Gustav Zander electric vibrator (making the vibrator the fifth domestic appliance to be electrified, after the sewing machine, fan, tea kettle, and toaster, and about a decade before the vacuum cleaner and electric iron, FYI.)
If I have to see Lady Mary’s smug, self-satisfied (yes, I know they mean the same thing, but I’m suffering Hysterical Redundancy) face just one more time, I think I might just do this: