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Thursday, 11 March 2021

Embarrassing Confession or What?

Quite what's wrong with me, I've no idea, but something must be when I agree with Piers Morgan!

Admittedly, he does occasionally stray towards the side of common sense, but it's not exactly something that sane, sensible, people associate with his points of view. 

As a rule, he comes across as a not particularly pleasant character with a penchant for being difficult and contrarian which is probably how he has carved such a successful media career. Nevertheless, it often lands him on the wrong side of the argument and means that he can never be talked down from whichever hill he has chosen to die on, which in this case is everyone’s favourite doe-eyed D-list princess: Meghan Markle. 

As is ever the case, the discussion surrounding Meghan has been turned into a discussion about race. Anyone daring to question the motives of such an obviously ambitious self-aggrandiser has to field a barrage of ludicrous accusations that they dislike her only due to the pigmentation of her skin because there are no unpopular white royals - I mean we could start with Andrew and go from there depending on how monarchistic our base line is... 

Nevertheless, blatant lies about the Royal Family – particularly the suggestion that Meghan and Harry’s son would not receive a title due to his skin colour – are little match for concocted outrage in the arena of public debate. The fact that Archie never was in line for a title at this point vanishes like a snowflake in a blast furnace when up against Meghan’s ‘perceptions’ and ‘lived experiences’. 

But it was not merely the smears of racism where nobody and therefore everybody was put under the spotlight of speculation Meghan was also supposedly suicidal. She didn’t want to live any more. So cruel had the world been to her – bagging a prince, becoming part of the world’s most glamorous monarchy, and having her life’s wishes served up on a platter – she had not realised such a lifestyle comes with responsibilities. Spoon-fed Disney and hollow to the core – a prerequisite of modern stardom – she saw the position as a platform for magazine exclusives and a brand name with which to peddle meaningless modern PR slogans such as ‘body positivity’, ‘wellbeing’ and ’empowerment’.

And in amongst expressing his doubts that dear old misunderstood, victimised, Megan might not be the most credible of interviewees, Piers Morgan dared question her claim to suicidal thoughts, which when we're being encouraged to believe all victims, is apparently tantamount to heresy. The very idea that someone he called a "Pinocchio Princess" could be conflating a period of depression (which assumes that there is at least some basis to her claim and its not completely fabricated) into an existential battle in order to court sympathy and bolster her status as victim extraordinaire hardly comes into play. 

Morgan is (very) often wrong, but in this instance, I'm with him. If Megan is going to sit in front of one the most high-profile women in the world giving a 2 hour TV interview claiming to desire privacy, whining that "The Firm" had confiscated her passport but was still able to take private jets, saying she hadn't seen her sister for 20 years despite attending the latter's graduation, that she'd "never Googled Harry and didn't know who he was before their first date " (who on this planet DOES believe that!? ) then why should the rest of it be believed?



Harry, has a seagull dropped what Piers Morgan said was the Bovine version of what I've been saying on my dress?

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