Olivia Cooke as Becky Sharp
Vanity Fair (1.04)
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I have to admit whenever I see the trope of golddigging woman making designs on a rich vainglorious man in 19th century Brit Lit (I'm thinking specifically of Becky Sharp and Joseph Sedley from Vanity Fair and Mrs. Clay and Sir Elliot from Persuasion) I'm immediately rooting for the golddigger. They're sick of having no money and want to be rich. How else they gonna get money, hmm? Hit it big as a nurse or a governess? I'm not trying to make golddigging a feminist act, people shouldn't use people and both Becky and Mrs. Clay are truly only looking out for themselves(tbf I don't really know anything about Mrs. Clay she's very undeveloped) however it isn't as if the men in question are in love with anything other than their egos being flattered. The women would be using the men to get money and the men are using the women for sex and pride, it's equally superficial. Both Joseph Sedley and Sir Walter Elliot are so thoroughly unbearable that you could not get me to marry them at any price. The fact that these women see them and think. Yes. Okay. I want to be rich lady So Much that I will decide to enter into a social contract where I will live in the same house with them, bear their children, and flatter him for the rest of one of our lives, makes me admire their dedication to the pursuit of wealth tbh. Like you think that's easy? I could never.
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Honestly all the people who completely misunderstand Olivia Cooke’s Alicent Hightower should be forced to watch her Becky Sharp, because they are completely different characters but only the latter has the characteristics that they accuse Alicent of
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3. A Quarrel about an Heiress
“Tonight, Alicent’s fortunes go up and then down. Is she downhearted?
No, this is Vanity Fair, a world where everyone is striving for what is not worth having.”
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