Prince Harry and Meghan's Megxit move was the right call
I have one bit of advice for the regal rebels: Run away, you two.
Run for your lives!
Since last week’s earth-shaking, palace-obliterating, queen-dissing Megxit Rebellion, self-described “senior” royals Prince Harry and his lovely bride Meghan have endured withering pressure to put up or shut up in this institutional hell.
As we speak, Harry’s grandma, Queen Elizabeth II, 93, who helped reduce the man’s late mum, Princess Diana, into a well-dressed eating disorder, is to sit down with the ginger boy, his dad, older brother, with his wife on the phone from Canada in an emergency princely summit.
This strikes me as a monumental waste of time and energy, particularly because Harry is sixth in line to the throne, and is unlikely to ever top the list – if he’d even want to.
Everything is on the menu for this royal chitchat, from the future of Megs’s and Harry’s titles to the size of their piggy bank. And no, Oprah Winfrey, who, a source told Page Six, advised the Duke and Duchess of Sussex (for now) on ways to monetize their brand (why not?) isn’t scheduled to attend, although I think we could all use some comic relief.
Why Harry, 35, and Meghan, 38, would subject themselves to this kind of soul-crushing scrutiny by a woman who, after all, is a mere mortal festooned with a jewel-encrusted crown, is beyond my comprehension. Their most fervent wish, after all, is to break free of their financial dependence on the British taxpayer, to find some sense of normalcy in North America for themselves and their baby son, Archie, and to unshackle their minds and bodies from the torments of royal life.
One would think these goals would come as a welcome relief to the people who are supposed to love them. But this is no normal family.
Prince William, 37, who was earlier described, along with the boys’ father, Prince Charles, as being “incandescent with rage” over his younger brother’s betrayal, let ‘er rip, in a refined way, to The Sunday Times of London. He at once confirmed the gigantic chasm that’s opened between him, the obedient prince, and his errant sibling – “I’ve put my arm around my brother all our lives and I can’t do that anymore…I’m sad about that,” Wills told the newspaper.
Then he took a decidedly passive-aggressive jab at his bro and his spouse.
“All we can do, and all I can do,” he said, “is try and support them and hope that the time comes when we’re all singing from the same page. I want everyone to play on the team.”
Singing? Playing on the team? That’s rich. As I see it, there is only one way to play for Team Windsor, and that involves giving up one’s voice and identity, abandoning his or her very personhood. To go all in – or get out.
And, for the good of their marriage, for the sake of their mental health, get out they must.
Now comes a report that Harry is “heartbroken” stepping back from the royal duties he was born into, while his wife pushed for it. Still, his rock-solid support for her tells me that he’s made his choice, and, it’s Meghan all the way, as it should be. This is a marital compromise – on steroids.
You don’t have to go as far back as Wallis Simpson, the twice-divorced American, who proved so irresistible to King Edward VIII, he ditched the throne to marry her, to find Meghan’s spiritual predecessor (minus the Nazi sympathy). Sixty-eight years after Wallis-gate, Charles, divorced from Diana, who died tragically in a Paris car crash, married the love of his life, the only woman he’s known to have fantasized about becoming her feminine hygiene product, the divorced Camilla Parker-Bowles, 72.
The palace not only accepted the union but Charles, 71, hasn’t lost his place as next-in-line to the throne – and he really wants it.
Some observers have blamed racism for Meghan’s lack of acceptance by the media and her in-laws, but I think it’s something far different. She pushes royal buttons in a way that Camilla doesn’t dare.
It’s one thing for a woman to have a living ex-husband, or simply to be American. It’s quite another for one who marries into “The Firm,” as the House of Windsor is known, to have her own opinions. To be her own woman. Feminism and the palace simply do not mix.
She established her independence on her wedding day, refusing to have Prince Charles, who accompanied her part-way down the aisle in place of her estranged father, give her away. Instead, she walked up to Harry solo, meeting him as an equal, a powerful message from a woman who’s had, and will continue to have, a life and a voice of her own. Her husband gets it.
Why can’t the rest of his clan?
It’s time to break free from a palace that, in 2020, remains remarkably dream-killing. In this Megxit Mess, I’m Team Meghan and Harry.