Megan Markle is out here claiming she didn’t realize hugging was considered a British taboo in her Netflix special. She dropped this line: "I was a hugger. I've always been a hugger. I didn't realize that hugging was jarring for a lot of Brits."
Well, Megan, here’s the thing: Brits aren’t allergic to affection—they’re just polite. The truth is, it’s not the hugging that’s jarring for them, it’s your version of it. You’re not just giving a friendly hug; you’re staging a hostage situation. Your approach seems more like an overzealous, clingy act that leaves people scrambling for help.
Let’s fast forward to this year’s Christmas Day walk at Sandringham, where Catherine, Princess of Wales, shared a warm, genuine hug with Karen Mlan, a 73-year-old cancer patient. No hesitation, no awkwardness—just kindness. The takeaway here? Catherine doesn’t have a problem with hugging; she has a problem with your version of it, Megan. Honestly, who wouldn’t? People don’t want to be hugged like they’re being tackled by a football fan.
Now, let’s rewind to Megan’s first meeting with Prince William and Princess Catherine. According to Megan, she arrived barefoot in ripped jeans—imagine that scene. Barefoot, beaming, she probably lunged for William with a hug, while Catherine, ever composed, pulled a polite sidestep—like a fencing champion avoiding a blow. What Megan likely interpreted as coldness was simply Catherine choosing survival.
Here’s the issue: Megan’s idea of a hug isn’t a casual, friendly embrace. According to witnesses, it’s more like a full-body assault. One commenter summed it up: Megan hugs like an overly enthusiastic dog. Some even say her hugs require a post-hug decontamination process, involving showers, antibacterial wipes, and possibly a hazmat suit.
Then there’s Megan’s apparent obsession with turning every interaction into a social media moment. Word has it she wanted a selfie with Catherine during their first meeting, but Catherine, ever the seasoned royal, nixed that idea faster than you can say "Netflix deal." Now, years later, Megan’s still bringing it up, giving off bitter vibes, like she can’t understand why Catherine didn’t like her. But instead of moving on, Megan spins stories about how Brits just don’t like hugs. No, Megan, they just don’t like *you*.
While Catherine is on a path to become queen, Megan seems to be clinging to relevance with increasingly far-fetched tales. One rises, while the other spirals—it’s almost poetic. Catherine, regal and reserved, embodies grace under pressure. Megan, on the other hand, is like a reality TV contestant who didn’t get the rose but keeps crashing the reunion special.
The problem isn’t the hugs, Megan—it’s you. Your hugs aren’t just jarring; they’re a full-contact sport. People don’t recoil because they’re British; they recoil because they value personal space and basic hygiene. As for Catherine, she doesn’t need to speak. Her actions speak volumes. The warm embrace she gave a stranger on Christmas Day says it all: she’s everything you claim to be but aren’t—genuine, gracious, and truly loved by the public.
