The Royal Wedding

I am watching with amusement the royal wedding with all of its craziness.  It is truly a romance novel in the making.  Poor mixed race girl makes her way to the top, on her own, meets Prince Charming, weds him and lives happily ever after.

Except she forgot about the ugly step sister, the brother and the absent father.  All of them viciously trying to get their share of the lime light (and any dollars that might come that way) . Meaghan should have remembered the Cinderella fairy tale along with dozens of other stories of romance and what people will go through out of jealousy and a desire for their own fame and fortune. Perhaps then the palace could have put some boundaries on the whole affair. Invite them but make them sit at the back. Let them come to the first lunch, but not the evening celebration. Threaten them with being uninvited if the come.

On the other hand, it is her and Harry’s day and I can well imagine not wanting those people at my wedding. You’ve cut them out of your life because you see them for who they are; you have nothing in common with them and just want them as far away as possible.

In my version I imagine the Queen inviting Meaghan to tea and telling her not to worry. I think the Queen is probably kind and also aware of errant family members and bad behaviour. Her own uncle was pro-nazi and probably spied for them against England. Fergie and her toes being sucked, Charle’s affair with Camilla and that stupid phone call. In no way could the royal family have any negative feelings toward Meaghan over her ugly relatives.

Then again, maybe the Queen cautioned her and said, ‘All well and good for your relatives but listen missy, don’t you start pulling stupid things and embarrassing me.”

Or perhaps Meaghan does a runner, realizing that all this fame is not worth the sacrifice.  She escapes, dyes her hair and hangs out on a tropical island, away from the press. But of course she meets another Prince Charming, wealthy, but not so much n the media.  Or lives in a wind blown house on a moor in Scotland.

But no, it is so clear that Meaghan wants the notoriety.  She wants fame, one way or another.  And money. And so she has it.

I don’t feel the least bit sorry for her. All families are dysfunctional and all of us have crazy relatives. As Tolstoy wrote, “Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” And after all, she gets the Prince, the castle, the money and a lifetime of fame.

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