Bingeing on ‘The Crown’

The time I became enraptured with the royals

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My husband and I have difficulty finding shows that we can watch together because we’re interested in different things. He likes action shows (which typically involve violence) and I like documentaries (which usually involve high drama).

We settled into watching The Crown together as I’d heard it won a lot of awards. Admittedly, the show fell more on my side of the interest spectrum than his, but he was willing to give it a try.

Each night, we’d start the show together, but I’d fall asleep quickly and he’d keep watching. He liked the early shows about Queen Elizabeth’s background and upbringing, which I found to be a bit of a snooze.

What I used to think of the royals

I thought that The Crown simply wasn’t my cup of tea. Truthfully, I’ve always found the royal family to be kind of extraneous — like an outdated armchair that should be taken to Goodwill.

In my youth, I fought with a good friend from England about how useless I thought they were. He argued that tradition was necessary and that their existence was economically and symbolically vital.

One night, I discovered that my husband had been watching The Crown without me. That’s when I realized that…