*raises hand*
I mean I’m torn because I respect the institution of the monarchy and I don’t enjoy it that they look like fools right now. There is that.
But, on the other hand, it is a joy to wake up every morning knowing that there will be some epic Harkle stupidity on my Google Alert. Back in November, I used to get nervous because there was always the chance that she would get it right. That niggling little fear is now completely gone. Pretty much every day is a train wreck of stupid–from the fug coats to the merched jewelry to the family/friend/colleague revelations to her pet correspondents crowing over their access to the desperate hugging to the sugar sites going “ah, yes, the coat doesn’t fit and the hair is hanging loose but this is the most elegant professional unhemmed-pants-and-messy-bun combo EVER, SLAY KWEEN!” It’s all hilarious.
It’s only been five months and we’ve already got “Official Di Collection Diamonds,” “I didn’t know much about him,” poo emoji hat, mismatched virtue signaling earrings (heck, virtue signaling EVERYTHING), wearing PoW, Scottish and Irish colors on tour, Marks & Spencer sweater, Manolo Blahniks to play sports, unhemmed pants, dirty shoes, cross-stiching and felt lining, endless hugging and tentacle hands and boyfriend burping…. The list goes on and on.