The Duchess of Cambridge is in labor!
Aww! Lookit the baby! Isn’t William handsome? Kate is so lovely, and just beaming.
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In 1981, I woke up at 4a.m. to watch Prince Charles and Lady Diana Spencer get married. I heard her stumble over Charles’ list of four names, and in the end, say them out of order. Gods, I remember that so vividly. I was thirteen years old and acting like a giddy little girl, on the floor, laying on my stomach, hands pressed to my cheeks as I stared up at the television and daydreamed of castles and princes. Watching the making of a princess was magical, even if I did question Diana’s taste in that dress.
I was again glued to the television when Diana and Charles carried William out to meet the world, and when they did the same with Harry. I’d like to say their divorce was a shock, but it wasn’t, really. That she kept the title Princess of Wales made me smile. That she was a strong, caring woman was inspiring.
I was in a chat room with no less than a dozen gamers when the news came that Diana was seriously injured in car crash. I’m pretty sure we were all still in that chat room when it was announced that she had passed. I cried, I’m not ashamed to admit.
A world away, I watched her sons grow up through the lenses of cameras. As they got older, I remember wondering what was up with William’s hair.
Fast forward thirty years, William is engaged. Seeing Diana’s ring on that lovely girl’s hand brought a serious tear to my eye. In that moment, my inner child woke up, put back on her plastic, glitter-covered crown, and picked up her fairy wand, convinced she could still grow up to be a princess one day.
I was up early for work on the day that Prince William and Kate Middleton would become the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. I watched it online, all day, even if I was at work. Come on. I watched his mom marry his dad, I wasn’t going to miss this. Then the baby watch began, and there was a *SQUEE* heard round the world emanating from this girl right here. I lost a bet on the baby’s name.
What’s the difference between Diana’s fairy tale and William’s? The Internet.
And with the internet came the villain in this tale:
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No one needs to be called “your highness” in this day and age.
The royal family is a drain on the economy.
Who cares? It’s just another damned silver-spooned baby.
Why is that baby more important than any other?
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In that thirty year gap between the birth of first sons–indeed, every single day of that gap–some of the most horrible things that even my twisted mind can’t comprehend have happened around the world: wars, mass murders, reporters were beheaded for simply doing their job, tsunami’s struck, hurricanes changed life as some knew it, the horrors of September 11th… you imagine it, it’s happened. Some of it, we don’t want to imagine. And it was all bad, so bad. It IS bad, and it gets worse every day.
We’ve watched those horrible things happen through the same camera lenses that directed our eyes to a tiny little boy in his father’s arms who gave us his first royal wave without having one blessed clue of what was gong on around him. He had no idea people were talking smack. He’s just a baby; he just wanted a nap.
For a few hours that day, I didn’t think about Hurricane Katrina, or the NSA snooping in my browser history, or LGBT people being beaten and killed in Russia. What I thought about was a girl who walked down a beautiful carpet in a spectacular church to marry a prince, and now her little prince has a little prince of his own. And, godsdammit, she should be here to see it.
“That baby” isn’t more important than any other, but I like holding onto my dreams of knights and damsels in distress. I like “royal watching” because the little girl in me still believes in fairy tales.
So, who the hell are the trolls to criticize my, or anyone’s, brief moment of *squee*?
Am I supposed to not enjoy anything, ever, and walk around self-flagellating every moment of every day, because the bad in the world is so much more important and squeeeing over a prince is ridiculous? Good luck with that.
Message to the trolls:
Life is hard–dream more.
Life will still be hard, but you’ll be happier.