The Lizzie Bennet Diaries

With the benefit of hindsight, there is clearly something missing from my last video.

Me asking Bing why the hell he let himself get talked into dumping my sister.

The perfect opportunity was right there and I just let it fly on by.

All I had to do was say “Bing, why do you let

your sister and your best friend run your love life?”

Or “Bing, are you aware that your sister and your best friend run your love life?”

Or maybe “Bing, are you aware to the extent which your sister and your best friend

run your love life and maybe the rest of your life?” I’m not sure.

My name is Lizzie Bennet, and I’m not sure what to do.

That’s the problem with being here, and not home.

For the last year, whenever I’ve had something to work out, I’ve done it on the videos.

Nothing like a little costume theater to focus the mind.

But costume theater requires someone to do costume theater with.

And since neither of my sisters nor Charlotte are here, my options are kind of limited.

What am I supposed to do, roam the halls, looking for someone to put in my videos?

- Lizzie. May I help you? - I’m looking for your sister.

She’s at tennis practice. Did you need something?

Maybe?

So you’ll do it?

Who would you need me to… portray?

You, actually.

- And you would be playing? - Me?

Well, that will certainly make the costumes easier to obtain.

Look, there’s this theory about levels of mediation in media

that says it’s possible for artificiality to both

remind to the audience that what they’re seeing is a construction,

while at the same time, adding to their level of immersion.

I thought… forget it. It’s stupid.

You thought that costume theater, as ourselves, would remind the audience

that this isn’t a conversation we would naturally have,

but because of that, the obviously constructed nature of the scene would,

by its very artificiality, create its own sense of very similitude.

Have you taken doctor Gardiner’s seminar on interactive media?