Dear gentle readers, I want to make it clear that this isn't a story about Nicola Coughlan's body.
Well, it is… just not in the way you might think.
Like precisely all of the female population, I tuned in last Thursday to watch the second part of Bridgerton's third season.
After being left hanging by that carriage scene in episode four, my friends and I were excited to see what would unfold for Polin (that's Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton's couple name, for the uneducated). Within minutes, we practically dissolved into the giggling school girls we once were as we watched Colin lead his future bride into his family's drawing room to announce their engagement.
And — as expected — it was sugary, rom-com period drama perfection.
But what I wasn't saying out loud to my friends — and something I couldn't even quite articulate to myself at the time — was that I knew the much-hyped sex scene between Colin and Penelope was going to mean something to me.
Yes, yes, I know they're fictitious characters, etc, etc. But as a curvy/mid-size woman, I've never really seen anyone who looks like me having sex on screen (apart from Hannah Horvath in Girls). And I can't really think of anyone who looks like me being desired on screen either.
Watch the trailer for Bridgerton season three. Post continues below.
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