Now, as mentioned before, I was tardy in watching the second season. Which is totally my bad. But I so greatly appreciated the opportunity to emerge myself into the jaunty, swoony world of 19th Century Anne Lister and her wife Ann Walker. Sure, we all joke about the abundance of lesbian period pieces. But this show was truly the only televised option or series that gave us a window (however romanticized) into the lives of queer women in the past.
And, let me tell you, you still cannot beat the swoon-inducing heights of the Season 1 finale. Kissing on a mountaintop? Yeah, this show deserved to keep going for that moment ripped straight from the pages of your lesbian romance novel dreams alone. But, truly, we’ve lost another chance at representation and recognition. Being queer has always been a part of history. It’s beyond unfortunate that HBO has chosen to make this show history instead. Well, we’ll always have that kiss. Happy weekend, all.