Meghan Markle is reportedly fuming inside her luxurious Montecito mansion, clutching her organic, ethically sourced chamomile tea as the world dares to question the brilliance of her latest endeavor, *With Love, Meghan.
Irish TV and radio personality Vogue Williams—who has actual royal family ties—has now joined the growing chorus of critics who aren’t buying what Meghan is selling. Vogue, whose husband is the brother-in-law of Pippa Middleton, took to her podcast *My Therapist Ghosted Me* to call out Meghan’s so-called “Domestic Goddess” act.
“I saw a bit where she was making her kids a rainbow platter of fruit,” Vogue mused, clearly perplexed by the sheer audacity of it all. “First of all, I thought I was doing well mixing Rice Krispies and Cheerios—like, you can have two cereals in one! And she’s there like, ‘Did you see the rainbow platter?’”
Indeed, Vogue, who does that? Who has the time to meticulously arrange strawberries, blueberries, and mango slices into a color-coordinated, Instagram-ready spectacle when the rest of us are just trying to stop a toddler from shoving crayons up their nose?
The critique didn’t stop at fruit salads. Vogue and her co-host Joanne McNally also took aim at Meghan’s fashion choices, particularly her love of draping sweaters over her shoulders as if she’s perpetually about to head to the yacht club for a mimosa brunch. “I can’t bear a jumper around the shoulders,” McNally declared. Vogue, ever the voice of reason, responded with a disgusted, “Yeah, yeah, it’s disgusting.”
As if that weren’t enough, comedian Whitney Cummings—who also has Netflix specials, but presumably ones that are funnier than *With Love, Meghan*—chimed in with her own take, suggesting that Meghan’s new show is less about heartfelt storytelling and more about sending passive-aggressive digs straight to Buckingham Palace.
“This has nothing to do with making a good show,” Whitney declared. “It’s just her subtly roasting the royal family. This isn’t made for us—this is made for like 30 people in that castle.”
Apparently, Meghan isn’t just crafting jam and steeping sun tea for the sheer joy of it. No, according to Whitney, every mason jar of fruit spread is a calculated jab at King Charles, who has his own line of royal jam. And, of course, Meghan had to let the world know that jam is “too sweet” and that she prefers making preserves instead.
And let’s not forget the tea—the *burning* tea. Whitney pointed out Meghan’s lackadaisical approach to making tea, saying, “Tea is not a big deal. You just put it outside, let it steep in the sun. It’s not fancy.” To some, that might seem like a casual statement. But to royal watchers? It’s practically an act of war against British tea culture.
Then there’s Meghan’s carefully curated barefoot moments. According to Whitney, this isn’t just about casual comfort—it’s a pointed statement. “The fact that she’s barefoot, which is like making a point to be barefoot—‘I don’t bind my feet the way they do in the royal family’—because nothing says rebellion like toes in the grass, apparently.”
So, to sum up, *With Love, Meghan* isn’t just about sharing joy or personal reflections. According to critics, it’s an elaborate, meticulously curated *gotcha* moment aimed directly at the House of Windsor. Every avocado toast, every perfectly curled tendril, every delicate sip of tea—it’s all part of a grand passive-aggressive performance art piece. Or so the skeptics claim.
Meanwhile, somewhere in Montecito, Meghan is likely pacing the floor of her candlelit, feng shui-approved living room, shaking her head in disbelief that the world simply *doesn’t get it.*
