

The premise is simple: Daphne Bridgerton (Phoebe Dynevor)-the daughter of an upper-echelon family-is making her circuit debut this season, officially on the market for marriage prospects. At the end of many episodes, I had to pause to collect myself, whisper-shout to absolutely no one, “THESE NERDS ARE HORNED UP!” before eagerly pressing play again. But more than anything else, this is the horniest show I’ve seen all year (and maybe ever?). Bridgerton, the long-awaited debut of Shondaland on Netflix, is a perfect Gossip Girl meets Downton Abbey drama, arriving just in time for a Christmas binge. You can find all of our entertainment coverage here. Want more tea on all your favorite Netflix babes? Yeah. Hopefully, Anthony’s quest for love will quench my thirst in a completely different way than his brother-in-law did, but until then, I’m going to plop on my couch, drink a whole lot of wine, and yearn for Simon Basset once more. We will all miss you terribly, and we truly hope to see you soon. But Lady Whistledown was right about one thing: You’re always going to be a Bridgerton, even when you aren’t busy promenading through the streets of London. I was truly hoping for some more shirtless boxing matches or just…shirtless moments in general. It’s a shame we won’t be seeing you as you make haste toward your next adventure. You’re a beautiful person, with beautiful abs, and I’ll miss them every time I hit “next episode.” Not to mention your sweet, sweet ass, which absolutely refuses to quit. The way you punch out men who offend your wife and I have to go take a cold shower afterward. Your voice when it sends that little shiver down my spine. I’ll miss so many things about you, Simon. Even though he is, in his own right, a snack. But truth be told, when Lady Whistledown announced in the society papers your leave of absence, my heart rather shattered into many severed pieces…and I don’t know if Anthony will be able to put them together again come season 2. You’ve grown from the town rake to a proper man right before my eyes, and I have to admit-I rather burn for it. After all, it’s been only a few months since we first met, and already I feel such a connection with you. I never thought I’d have to sit down and write this letter to you.

Allow me this one last moment of expression. There are some things I need to get off my chest, and this feels like a perfect time to do so. Remember that scene when they hooked up on a ladder? Sorry, focusing. Okay, to be fair, it’s always better when a beloved character leaves a show on a high note, and that brings me much solace.
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Who are the producers of the series to deny us the chance to see the Duke of Hastings become a father? It is our right! As fangirls! It’s highway robbery, if you ask me, and my ovaries are going to need a consolation prize if he won’t be there anymore. I mean, we just saw him literally confess his burning love for Daphne (Phoebe Dynevor) and take on a role even he never saw coming. I guess I need to ask the obvious: Was I the only person whose heart genuinely broke when the news came out? As much as I’m excited about season 2 with the ton’s resident rake, Anthony Bridgerton ( Jonathan Bailey), there’s something heartbreaking about not getting to drool over Simon anymore. Yes, I’m referring to that news regarding the exit of Bridgerton’s very own Regé-Jean Page. If you’re anything like me, you’re probably curled up in a ball, lamenting the fact that our favorite 19th-century duke is not joining us for the next London social season. Ladies and gentlemen of the ton, please pardon me as I interrupt your moments of mourning.
