According to reputable royal experts, Meghan dropped a not-so-subtle 15-word zinger clearly aimed at sticking it to the firm one last time, all on Spotify's dime. The sly dig in question? Telling listeners, "I'll see you on the flip side," after quoting some Greek poet babbling about not burying seeds. Ooh la la, how profound!
What deliciously coded shade from the duchess's ingenious mouth! Everyone clearly knows she was making a thinly veiled reference to the royal family supposedly trying to bury her enlightened voice in archaic boxes. But little did they know, she's the resilient seed blooming through their antiquated norms and oppressions.
Give me a break with this malarkey already! If you didn't see through Meghan's cringeworthy Messianic complex before, surely her pseudo-intellectual self-aggrandizement should remove all doubt. "The lady doth project too much" about being unfairly stereotyped or boxed in by the monarchy.
News flash, Meghan, no royal aide or staffer ever thought twice about squashing you or your voice. They were too busy dealing with the mayhem of your bullying and disruptive "me first" antics, alienating everyone around you. Your caustic presence was the one forcing people to flee for counseling.
Let's not forget the ugly realms of credible reports detailing Meghan's abusive patterns of emotional tantrums, outrageous diva demands, and nasty harassment towards employees who dared question her whims. Those archetypes of being a toxic, delusional prima donna are what made you so prickly to work with, not racism or boxing stereotypes.
But as always, the duchess of difficult has to find crafty ways to flip the script and falsely build herself with some silenced, depressed martyr, even during a short royal tenure. This perpetual victim wasted no time bellyaching about the burden of public scrutiny, defying protocol just because, and manufacturing drama with salacious royal truth bombs for Oprah.
No matter how hard the palace tries accommodating her prima donna demands about diplomatic decorum, Meghan always moved the oppression goalpost. Nothing was ever enough to please the insatiable narcissist dead set on cementing her personal mythology as a groundbreaking revolutionary.
She truly drank all the self-empowerment Kool-Aid about reshaping centuries-old sacred institutions to revolve around a specific vision. When in reality, she lasted all of 20 months before chucking deuces to pursue full-time spotlight chasing. So much for the monarchy oppressing her voice and spirit.
Meghan got exactly what she so desperately craved: attention, relevance, and a platform to build her brand unencumbered from institutional boundaries. Yet, instead of feeling satisfied and moving on, she lobs coded barbs, slandering the very institution she claims caused her so much torment. Why?
Well, because the tired oppression grift and false persecution narrative is truly all this lazy scammer has up her sleeve. "Archetypes" was supposed to be a big Spotify statement piece, burnishing her voice in modern feminism or whatever disingenuous theme she was shilling for them. But it landed like a limp, vapid dud instead.
So, of course, Meghan doubled down on those professional victimhoods while sowing seeds of doubt that the big bad royals are trying to squash her supposedly radical impact. She can't simply accept that her corny word salad manifesto has nothing tangible or audience-grabbing to attach to. She has to weave palace persecution fantasies for why her art went ignored.
If she was half as introspective as she pretends, Meghan would realize her failure to truly connect stems from zero authenticity or coherence behind her endless branding push. What exactly was the point of "Archetypes" besides spouting vague platitudes of self-empowerment to sell more of her merch?
The Sussexes have never had a message beyond cashing in on old ties, which is why it's so galling every time Meghan poses as a radical voice unbound from the monarchy's prejudiced narratives holding her back. You're banking $100 million in exploitative royal cash grabs as an upper-crust elite living in a literal palace.
Your Spotify and Netflix paychecks come from systems of corporate capitalism directly profiting from oppressed voices you claim to speak for. So, get real! At a certain point, the level of sheer delusion in Meghan's persecution achieves high camp comedy status. She really thinks she's up there with Sojourner Truth, Audre Lorde, and bell hooks, carrying lighthouses of intersectional feminism into the future.
With what? Word salad about being boxed in by stereotypes by men in silly costumes? Revolutionary! While actual Black feminist scholars and activists spend lifetimes chiseling away at societal inequities and dismantling real patriarchal powers, such as oppressing marginalized groups, Netflix Meghan martyrs herself with some limp finale podcast platitude that she vaguely questioned towards feeling oppressed by the firm while earning $100 million off Netflix. Talk about the epitome of white privilege!
Educated, liberal arts girl-boss feminism taking disproportionate space and profiting off trauma narratives while failing to materially advocate for systematic change. What's somehow even more galling is how transparently Meghan's snide little slide dig at the monarchy's expense was calculated for media outrage bait to promote her flailing podcast.
She knew full well that her vague, diggy references about resiliently blooming through oppression would get zealously overanalyzed by royal commentators. Cue the relentless media circus. Reassuring pundits have already begun dissecting the true meaning behind her poetic, revolutionary language, just like QAnon sloths untangling secret messages from water droplets.
Funny how these woke feminists go full Pepe Sylvia at the mere whiff of controversial Meghan crumbs. To dog-ear everyone from Phil Dampier to Omid Scobie in an unreliably flocked to decipher Meghan's 15 little genius utterances like Bob Dylan lyrics. Speculating endlessly about the slice subtext behind vague boxed-in references and resilient seed rising above adversity.
Royal journalism is now just Meghan Markle. Think, at this point, which is precisely the self-absorbed media halo effect Meghan was thirsting to manifest. Of course, she knows full well that a few coded woke spanners in Endos will send her press lapdogs into a tizzy, falling all over themselves, validating her resilient, misunderstood genius.
Free promo and ego-stroking, all in one swoop. That's the sad truth behind this latest Meghan drama bomb aimed at the royals. Nothing about being silenced or boxed in whatsoever, just another tired persecution trope she regurgitates for validation. It's all one big calculated play to keep her flailing relevance on life support of manufactured royal controversy.
