Sickness and Sensibility

  You know, as I come to hopefully my last day staying home sick, in two weeks of sickness, and to the end of my third or forth  period film I have viewed in this two week period, it begs me to ponder what exactly it is about being sick and watching these films that always makes me feel  so much better. 
 When I am sick I want sleep, water, ginger ale perhaps, soup, crackers and a good period film. Sense and Sensibility, Emma, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, North and South, or my most recent selection Wives and Daughters. 
 Every single one of these films have a few things in common that always make me feel better. The costumes for one. Why can't men dress like that today? they look so regal and noble, well those men always are noble, but there is just something so attractive to me about the way men dressed in those days, noble men at least.  
 There is something that just is so appealing about people going to balls, and dancing real dances. it makes me happy. I am very glad to live in an area where people are willing to dress up to go to dances. Most recently my YSA Ward was host to a multi-stake dance, and our theme was steam punk. The men mostly dressed up, and those that did instantly looked so much more attractive than usual.  ummm warm fuzzies just thinking about it
 A good love story, with real opposition is also one thing i like about these movies. The lack of communication, the misunderstandings, living in a singles ward i would say that is far more real life than the modern day romantic movies. 
 Its also nice to see movies with courting, with people getting to know each other properly, rather than just  having sex first and then a big drama and then oh, maybe we should be together. No I have very old fashion morals in that sense, and its nice to see a place where that exists. 
 I want to go to the UK, so that probably also increases my love for these movies
but my final and greatest reason I love watching these when I am sick, is that people are always getting sick in them. Usually someone dies, and someone else gets sick and survives, and then they fall in love with someone that was right in front of their face all along and get married. 
 Since I have not died from my sickness, I now expect one of those dashing young men from the steam punk dance will show up in Victorian garb on my door step, profess his undying love and I shall readily love him back, but first some other misguided soul that I have no interest in and never will, will show up, and I will have to refuse him, as I do not truly love him.  
 well, soon I will be well again, and reality will be at my door instead, but for now I am under the influence of prescription strength cough medicine, I shall watch another period film and fall asleep dreaming of Darcy, or Roger, or Oswald, or  Richard Armitage and it will be a very lovely dream indeed.