Over the past six years, I’ve had a love-hate relationship with Downton Abbey. Like with most romances, things started off hot and heavy, but eventually cooled way down (my turning point: when they killed off Sybil, the woman responsible for making harem-pants and marrying poor, hot dudes fashionable). But, through all the recycled storylines (Bates is in trouble with the law…again! Edith is unlucky in love…again!) and snoozy B-plots (the old people argue over a hospital merger…for 7 whole episodes!), there was one shining light that kept me watching: the Dowager Countess. Before this often great/sometimes terrible show rides off into the sunset, let’s take a moment to give credit where credit is due and appreciate her finest moments:
Wh-what is being wrong?
If they aren’t insulted the first time, try, try again:
The Godfather prequel:
You thought she needed the walking stick for stability but it was a weapon this whole time:
That time she saw Mary’s new bob haircut for the first time:
When she called her own son a waiter:
The time she first encountered electricity:
Or that time she sat in a swivel chair for the first time:
Always there to remind you to have some dignity:
Cajoling, the hard way:
Always telling people exactly what they need to hear:
Talk to you never, dude:
#DealWithIt:
Keeping religion going, one rude thought at a time:
If the queen of all snobs tells you to stop being snobby, you might want to reevaluate some things:
Gird your loins:
Not wasting any time:
She invented ghosting:
Putting your saintly martyrdom on notice:
I don’t like talking on the phone either:
Who run the world? Girls! (But mostly the Dowager Countess):
#1 fan of drama:
Nose up, guns out:
In summary: