Say you woke up tomorrow morning and there was
a DeLorean in your driveway. Where would you go?
For me, it's England, for a 10-year span from 1526 to 1536. You guessed it, I'm still obsessed with the Tudor dynasty.
It's gotten a little bit out of hand. I
re-read The Other Boleyn Girl last semester, then watched the movie for the first time. This semester I'm taking
Professor Retha Warnicke's class on the Stuart Monarchy—the family who ruled England after the Tudors—and next semester I'm taking her class on the Tudors (jammed schedules call for a non-chronological sequence of history classes). And lately I've spent way too much spare time glued to streamed episodes of
The Tudors.
Sure, it would be awful to go back in time that far and for that long. We're talking leeches and bloodletting instead of ibuprofen, giant fireplaces and tiny windows instead of central heat and air, and lice, rats and B.O. like you wouldn't believe.
But to see that whole sequence of events in person would be absolutely incredible.
Especially if the DeLorean brought me safely back to 2014 afterward.
