No, no, no! Darcy is the OTHER handsome brooding fellow!

Back on August 12, 2005, I posted the following:

My friend Mem often talks about how she thinks Jane Austen novels makes young girls crave unhealthy relationships for unattainable/emotionally distant men. Not that that has ever happened to me. < /irony>
Personally, I like Mr. Darcy better than Mr. Bingley. All that uptight repression could have transformed itself to something very interesting in the bedroom. Behind closed doors. Under the covers. With the lights off.
On the other hand, I totally am of the opinion that the Brontes were masochists. Rochester and Heathcliff are total sadists; all they needed were restraints and riding crops. And I bet that they probably had them somewhere too. Like in the attic with the kinky maniac.

Since then, the wonderful Kate Beaton did this:



I think that we are on to something...I feel a new hypothetical PhD thesis coming on.