She wasn't a very pretty woman in her later years. She was independent and free, but she was also said to be grumpy and petulant. She was 18 when she was crowned Queen and began to be tangled in the weeds of complicated romance. I'm watching the movie "The Young Victoria" as I write this, and though it moderately adjusts itself for modern appeal, I admire Victoria's character. I admire the complicated romance that forms between her, Prince Albert, and Lord M. Prince Albert's love for her is unconditional and true, yet she confides in Lord M, the humorous and light-hearted man close to home. She loves both, receiving romantic love letters of admiration from Prince Albert, but finds his written confessions closely comparable to Lord M's comfortable companionship. Part of me would like a romance like hers. Rather, all of me wants a chivalrous gentleman who keeps vulgarity at bay and pulls his pants up. Who, listens, admires, and jokes at things that appropriate themselves. It's bizarre how culture changes. We had these men who were controlling and under strict mannerisms, women who were confined to society's pressures. For those things I don't admire Victoria's era or her lifestyle, but for the romance and respect that bred throughout her young life. I don't ask that a guy pull out my chair, or rush ahead and open a door, or insist on doing tasks that I could easily do (obviously equality and independence is a must) but someone who respects people, things, and ideas around him. I need to be inspired, I need to see a face that elicits faith in the love that I've seen crumble and fail. I want to see something new in his face near every day...I'm truly an old woman aren't I? Anyways, her marriage as depicted in the film is romantic and seemingly indestructible(probably over embellished) but it budded from friendship, and a general need for one another. So, here's to the young Victoria and her young independence and romantic adventures.
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