Friday, April 29, 2011

To Be a Princess

Once again we are enamoured by the fairy tale.  The handsome prince marries the beautiful commoner and she becomes a princess with a worry-free life, ladies in waiting and servants to serve.    To see Prince William marry the women he loves and who loves him in return is magical.  His Father, I believe, was fulfilling his duty but did not love his mother and it ultimately ended in tragedy.  I wonder what the future holds for the new Princess. 

Being a Princess is not easy in today's society.  Information is passed along at lightening speeds and we are obsessed with these icons--these people we do not know.  It's hard not to get caught up in all of the pomp and circumstance when that's all we see or hear for weeks leading up to the event.  I'm sure the interest in her and thier lives will not end.  She will be haunted by our need to know, just like Princess Diana was haunted by this insatiable obsession with these women.

I'm sure it was much easier to be a princess 50 years ago and much easier prior to that.  You could make sure a secret was kept.  You could hide out from the throngs if you really wanted.  You could actually have moments of privacy.  Now a days with technology and tell-all books it is difficult to have any privacy.  That would be a very hard life to lead.  I do believe that she loves him.  He was born into the craziness so she chose to accept the title knowing that the title leads to a life that will be hard to live at times.  Both seem very gracious, waving to the crowd while entering the church and kissing "twice".  Maybe this ability to give them a glimpse will reduce the need to invade but I doubt it--it's very ridiculous at times. 

The rest of us can pretend to be a princess or a queen without the annoying invasion.  The rest of us will find our own prince charming without the ugly stepmother.  (Gasp--did I say that?  Well, it's true.)  The rest of us will sleep on a bed that doesn't have a pea to disturb us.  The rest of us WILL live happily ever after. 

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