When I was younger, (much, much, much younger) I was completely in love with Princesses Stephanie and Caroline of Monaco. Possibly “in love” is the wrong phrase because I obviously never met them but obsessed sounds so ominous, and I swear I wasn’t going to hurt them, I just wanted to know every single thing about them and possibly have them as my best friends.
I devoured every magazine article about them and that was about all because there was no internet and I lived in Johannesburg, South Africa and they lived in Monaco. (Although when I was in my late teens I travelled to Monaco and stared at their castle for hours, I even saw a car enter the gates.)
The English royal family held a very different appeal for in that the appeal was non-existent. I watched Princess Diana marry Prince Charles because I was terribly affected by peer pressure and everybody else was watching, I was sad when she died because she had two young children and I am sad when anyone dies leaving behind people who loved them.
But when Prince William married Kate Middleton I watched because I wanted to. I rather love Kate (or the Duchess of Cambridge as you may like to call her). Maybe it’s because she’s dark haired and she reminds me of the Grimaldi princesses of Monaco. And now that she’s in Australia I am rather smitten, not enough to actually go out and stand in a crowd and watch her through a police barrier, but enough to read far too many stories about her. To be honest I read the stories because I am ashamed to only look at the pictures as much as I want to.
Frankly I would never ever want to be married to a prince (I was very careful not to pick up near any castles when I was young because you just don’t know who you’re going to fall in love with). The public life is not one I would never choose for myself; I hate crowds, I am not good at waving and I abhor being told how to behave and what to do – needless to say I’d make a shit princess.
But of all the things that would get to me the most would be the stories that I see written about myself.
Is it possible that being a princess bring out more analysis than being a patient of Freud himself?
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Does it matter if the Duchess of Cambridge is not holding a placard saying “I’m a feminist”? Does it affect us if she drinks wine or wears shoes on Manly beach or puts her baby to sleep while her husband is doing something else? Does it matter if she changes her outfit or chooses not to discuss her innermost thoughts with the Australian public?
What I do kind of want to know is doesn’t she get bored, don’t her feet get sore in heels all the time and wouldn’t it be awful not to be able to just take a nap in the middle of the long weekend or even lie down with a book for a minute?
She’s not pretending to be Mother Theresa or Florence Nightingale, she doesn’t purport to be the Dalai Lama or Super Mum. She looks beautiful in the dresses she wears mostly because she IS beautiful and very often she’s smiling. She’s doing her job (being a figurehead and raising money and awareness for charities) and while she’s doing it she’s reminding us of fairy-tales and castles and princes on horses simply because she’s a princess and we’ve been brought up by the Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Anderson (except you younger readers who’ve been brought up by Disney and think I’m making up names).
I’d really suck at being a princess but I still think I could have been best friends with Princesses Caroline and Stephanie.
How do you feel about the Royal Tour? Being interested in the Royal Tour does not mean you don’t want Australia to be a Republic, it just means you are interested in the Royal Tour…
Rhonnifer has been asked twice in her life to marry a prince – one of them even had a castle of his very own somewhere in Bavaria….
Instead she ended up with me in our little shoebox… I wonder if she regrets missing out on the castle… nah, what would anyone do with a castle? 😉
You can’t talk to a castle, you can’t grow old with a castle or confide in bricks and mortar. I would choose love over a castle any day
Oh I loved the Grimaldi princesses too- remember those ‘innapropriate’ and fabulous modelling shots of Stephanie?? And the divine Portraits of Caroline and her tiny children in the royal blue satin dress by the ocean?
I’m still intrigued by the beautiful Casiraghi kids… They were my celeb obsession too (and in his younger days, so was brother Albert!) x
Glad to know I am not alone 🙂 Although in my mind Albert never really existed, I don’t even know why xxx
I just can NOT work up any enthusiasm for these two. Sure, she’s pretty, and wears great clothes and I’m in awe of her balance. But by the holy good morning, I just wish they’d DO something original. Like, I dunno, perhaps sit down on a rock somewhere or go SHOPPING.
I think the Duchess is really a robot.
Princes Mary of Denmark DOES stuff, and does it all as a matter of course – nicking in to buy nappies for the bub when in Hobart, going to the market/s, wheeling the baby (Christian, at the time) around to the local shop. I know she did that because she/they stayed with her sister who lives around the corner from me and strolled past while I was in the garden. She patted my cat, too, which sent her cred skyrocketing in my opinion.
Mary is a real person.
I think Kate is a real person too – the photos taken of her on her day off today are just gorgeous (although a complete invasion of her privacy), I think her movements and tour duties are much more strictly controlled than Princess Mary’s. This is not her home town (as Hobart is for Mary) and security would be a nightmare. But patting your cat does boost her in my opinion too! xxx
I have always liked Kate. In my mind, we’d be good friends too. There is a lot of pressure on her to be so many things, and she handles it with such grace.