On one side, we have Catherine, Princess of Wales, who embodies grace, dignity, and true royal bearing. And then, well, then we have Meghan, who by her own admission couldn’t even control her potty mouth after a couple of drinks. The difference is just astronomical, isn’t it? And speaking of drinks, isn’t it just deliciously telling that she admitted to getting mighty cheeky after a few? This is the same person who later tried to lecture the royal family about protocol and modernization. The audacity, my friends, the sheer audacity!
You know what really gets me? The way she wrote about approaching life playfully and being open to change in 2016. Well, we all saw how that played out, didn’t we? The only change she seemed interested in was completely upending a thousand-year-old institution to suit her Hollywood agenda. Talk about foreshadowing. Let’s break down this fascinating blog post, shall we? She talked about wanting to learn French—oh, how ambitious—but couldn’t stick to it. Wanted to run a marathon? Never happened. Wanted to stop swearing? Failed at that too. It’s like a metaphor for her entire royal experience—grand promises, zero follow-through.
And my dear viewers, I can’t help but compare this to our beloved Catherine, who not only speaks French beautifully but has consistently shown dedication to every single one of her royal duties. Remember how gracefully she handled herself during those early years of royal life? No complaints, no dramatic blog posts—just pure class and commitment.
The most revealing part? Meghan’s admission about nail-biting during stressful situations. Well, honey, if you couldn’t handle the stress of being a D-list actress, how did you expect to handle the pressures of royal life? It’s no wonder things played out the way they did. You know what’s particularly interesting about these revelations? They show us exactly who Meghan was before she met Harry. This wasn’t some polished royal-in-waiting; this was someone who, by her own admission, couldn’t maintain basic etiquette after a few drinks. And yet, she had the nerve to later claim she wasn’t properly prepared for royal life? Please.
Let’s talk about that self-acceptance line she wrote about. Isn’t it fascinating how someone who preached self-acceptance went on to cause so much drama within the royal family? Where was that self-acceptance when she was supposedly struggling with royal protocols? Where was it when she was making Catherine cry over flower girl dresses? And don’t even get me started on her resolution to leave room for “magic.” The only magic she seemed interested in was making the royal family’s peace and harmony disappear.
Sorry, not sorry, but someone had to say it. You know what really strikes me about all of this? The sheer contrast between her public persona and these private admissions. Here was someone who would later try to present herself as this perfect, polished humanitarian, when in reality, she was just another actress who couldn’t control her swearing after a few drinks. Talk about smoke and mirrors.
And let’s consider the timing of all this. These blog posts were written in 2016—just months before she met Harry. Our poor, naive Harry. Can you imagine if he’d read these posts back then? Would he have seen the red flags? Would anyone have been able to warn him about what was coming?
Speaking of Harry, doesn’t your heart just break for him? Here’s a prince who once was so close to his brother, who had such a special bond with Catherine, who was beloved by the nation. And now, look at him—completely isolated from his family, living in California, while his wife continues to orchestrate their PR circus. Remember those beautiful days when Harry was the cheeky, charming prince who brought smiles to everyone’s faces? When he was William’s trusted wingman, when he had such a wonderful relationship with Catherine? All of that gone. And for what? For someone who couldn’t even keep her New Year’s resolutions.
The way she wrote about being okay if plans sometimes break—well, she certainly broke quite a few plans, didn’t she? Like the plan for Harry to be a supportive brother to the future king, or the plan for the royal family to modernize gracefully—not through scandal and chaos. Or how about the simple plan of fulfilling the duties they’d committed to before running off to California?
You know what fascinates me most about these old blog posts? The complete lack of any mention of service, duty, or responsibility. It’s all about her personal goals, her personal comfort, her personal growth. And isn’t that just perfectly emblematic of everything that would come later? The constant self-focus, the inability to put the institution first, the perpetual victimhood narrative.
And let’s talk about that unladylike comment she made about her own behavior. Isn’t it interesting how she could acknowledge these traits as unladylike, yet later claim she was blindsided by the expectations of royal behavior? Come on, if you know swearing and nail-biting are unladylike, surely you can figure out that launching public attacks against your in-laws might also not be the height of sophistication.
This is someone who wrote about wanting to relearn French but couldn’t be bothered to learn the basic protocols of the institution she was joining. Who talked about running marathons but couldn’t even complete a full year of royal duties. Who claimed to want to approach life playfully but brought nothing but drama and tension to a family that had welcomed her with open arms.
You know what really gets to me? The way she wrote about being overworked as an actress on a cable TV show. Overworked? Try being Catherine, maintaining perfect poise and grace while raising three children, fulfilling hundreds of royal engagements, and dealing with constant scrutiny. That’s what real work looks like, darling.
And can we talk about the timing of these resurfacing blog posts? Right after another year where she and Harry have continued their seemingly endless campaign of family destruction. It’s like the universe is showing us who she really was all along—someone who couldn’t even keep simple New Year’s resolutions, let alone the solemn promises made during a royal wedding.
Remember how the British public welcomed her? The excitement, the hope, the genuine desire to see the royal family become more diverse and modern. And look how she repaid that welcome—with accusations, with attacks, with a complete disregard for the institution and the people who had embraced her.
It’s particularly telling that she wrote about wanting to set goals but being open to change. Well, she certainly changed things, didn’t she? Changed Harry from a beloved prince to an isolated figure. Changed the joyful atmosphere of royal events to tense, awkward encounters. Changed the public’s perception of the monarchy—and not in the positive way she claims she wanted to.
You know what’s really sad about all this? These blog posts show someone who, at least on some level, was aware of her own flaws and shortcomings. Someone who could admit to unladylike behavior, who could acknowledge her failures to keep resolutions. But instead of working on these things, she chose to project all her issues onto the royal family, making them the villains in her narrative.
And let’s consider what these revelations mean in the context of her current behavior. Here’s someone who couldn’t stick to simple personal resolutions, yet expected the thousand-year-old monarchy to bend to her will within months. Someone who admitted to losing control after a few drinks, yet positioned herself as the voice of reason and modernization in the royal family.
The contrast with Catherine becomes even more stark when you consider these admissions. While Meghan was writing about failing to learn French and control her swearing, Catherine was quietly and diligently preparing herself for her future role. While Meghan was admitting to getting cheeky after drinks, Catherine was maintaining impeccable dignity at every public appearance.
And what about her comment about approaching life playfully? Oh, the irony. There’s nothing playful about the constant attacks on the royal family, the endless victim narratives, the calculated PR moves. Nothing playful about making Catherine cry over flower girl dresses, blindsiding the queen with their exit, or airing family dirty laundry on international television.
You know what really strikes me about all this? The complete lack of self-awareness. Here she was, documenting her failures to maintain basic personal standards, yet she would later present herself as the person who could revolutionize the monarchy. The person who knew better than everyone else how things should be done. The person who claimed to be more in touch with modern values than the entire royal family.
And let’s talk about that marathon she never ran. Isn’t that just the perfect metaphor for her royal career? All talk, no follow-through. Big promises, zero delivery. Grand plans, but no staying power when things got tough.
At least she was consistent in that regard. Hardly the way she wrote about being overworked and using that as an excuse for bad behavior. Doesn’t that just perfectly foreshadow her later complaints about royal life? Always an excuse, always someone else’s fault, never taking responsibility for her own actions or behavior.
Just as she couldn’t stick to these simple resolutions, she couldn’t stick to her royal duties. Just as she blamed overwork for her behavior, then she blamed the institution and the media for her behavior later. The pattern was there all along.
You know what makes me sad? Thinking about how different things could have been if she’d actually worked on those qualities she identified as needing improvement. If she’d approached royal life with genuine humility instead of Hollywood entitlement. If she tried to learn from Catherine’s example instead of seemingly resenting her.
But instead, what did we get? A woman who couldn’t handle basic royal duties, claiming she was saving the monarchy from itself. Someone who admitted to unladylike behavior after a few drinks, positioning herself as the voice of modern royalty. A person who couldn’t even stick to personal resolutions, trying to revolutionize a thousand-year-old institution.
