Sure, some of us treat every human soul with equal respect and regard. But when it comes to floating the romantic boat, all bets are off -- the, shall we say, “heart” wants what it wants. And should one exploit that knowledge to spark attraction?
Maybe your integrity balks at posing. Not that of Kate Hardcastle, heroine of Oliver Goldsmith’s She Stoops to Conquer, who figures that a lifetime of wedded bliss is a fair reward for a temporary pretense. Charles Marlow, Kate’s intended, has the 18th-century equivalent of self-esteem issues: He’s shy around women of his own class but comfortable with serving wenches. So Kate goes slumming to break the ice. All is complicated when Kate’s annoying brother tricks Charles into thinking Chez Hardcastle is a country inn, sending all remaining manners out the window.