So I think we can all agree: it's kind of the worst that that couple who's chosen to live in the 19th century haven't acknowledged that the Victorian era was rife with social problems, racism, poverty, sexism, and all that decidedly non-cosplay-worthy stuff.
But I'd also like to point out that, from a purely aesthetic standpoint, the Chrismans have chosen to embrace all the LAMEST parts of Victorian times, while ignoring all the awesome parts. Let me put it this way: when I read Victorian novels, I don't read them for their celebration of virtuous bourgeois morals.
Basically, what I'm saying is that if I were going to LARP the Victorian era, it would look something like this:
Portraits of his first wife hang all over the manor. When I hurry through the halls at nights, the portraits' eyes follow me.
Once I'm out from under my governess' thumb, I'll start wearing bloomers and reading shocking novels, like a regular Gibson Girl.
I wander the cliffs by the seawalk on foggy nights, crying out for my lost lover. As the years go by, I start to wonder: was he ever a man, or was he always a ghost?
The plucky journalist knocks on my door, requests an interview. "Aren't you worried that your involvement with the suffragette movement will damage your reputation?" she asks. It's only after we become fast friends that I discover that she has a terrible secret of her own.
The cemetery calls my name at night. I've started to answer it.
I take a hansom cab to the East End. I'm late for a mysterious meeting at an opium den in the docklands.
The spiritualist's eyes widen, fearful, when she touches my hand.