After years of enduring Pride and Prejudice marathons—those BBC adaptations my wife and daughters adore with a fervor that could power a small nation—I’m calling it. Jane Austen’s masterpiece, for all its wit and charm, has been hijacked by a culture that has traded grit for gossip, purpose for pining, and covenant for curated vibes. It’s not Austen’s fault, mind you—she’s sharper than a dueling…
