Although I have done my damnedest to ignore your Royal Wedding gibberings which have been crowding my world as of late, one major angle you continue to hammer away at prompts this outpouring of seething hatred:
Quit. Comparing. Diana Spencer and Kate Middleton. Yes, I get that there’s the whole pretty-princess-fairytale-national-holiday puke show that’s being engineered to sell things no one needs. And I understand that tragic dead ladies and pretty young things are involved. You’ve got the taste of blood in your mouth. But the for the love of any journalistic standards you may have ever held close to your ink-stained bosom, these two women have in fact very little in common, apart from being white, conventionally attractive, English, and marrying into the same family.
Stretching and chopping their individuality to fit the Procrustean bed of “Magic Wedding Princess” is a hideous disservice to each of these women, and to women in general, who are already squeezing and pinching themselves to meet the models that you perpetuate in your endless quest to sell people to your corporate product overlords.
If you are so very dedicated to the ideals of royal dignity and the pleasures of companionate/romantic marriage, then cut it the fuck out. I might compare you to ravening turkey buzzards, driving your prey to its death so that you may gorge upon its exhausted, sad, and bloated corpse, but I am loath to so insult my sister raptors, the turkey buzzards.
Very sincerely not yours,