Why being a princess is no fairytale
WHAT would you say to your young adult daughter if she told you she wanted to be a princess? That she wanted to marry a prince? Would you hit her over the head with a copy of Cinderella and tell her to get real, that it’s a fairytale, not something any sane woman would wish for in real life? Who on earth would want to inhabit such a role?
Not Cressida Bonas, the posh girl who just broke up with Prince Harry. Boo-hoo, cried the at the news that the two-year relationship ended over an airfare. Or something. Being a modern princess is a jolly good wheeze, it suggested. What on earth was wrong with Cressy to ditch such a royal catch? The Daily Mail, always on hand to help, suggested she might have been “too needy”. The rest of us might wonder if she hasn’t had a lucky escape, already fed up with the camera phones of peasants being shoved in her face every time she left the house, and not quite ready for a life of ultra-scrutiny and dull, dull duty. No amount of access to the royal yacht or helicopter or butlers could compensate for such loss of freedom — could it?
