All She Wanted Was to Be Special
how Meghan and Harry are only making the best of what they have
There is a lot of stuff I could talk about today…
…like this brilliant and important thing that I will be committing to memory because I’ve been waiting for it all my parenting life. And then there were some long pieces on Arts and Letters Daily that seemed sort of interesting, but also too long to get a proper grip on this early in the morning. And there are those poor people stuck in that boat at the bottom of the ocean. And there is this freakishly large cat.
But no, I think the most important thing to note is that, for some reason, 60% of my Twitter Feed is comprised of Meghan and Harry conspiracy theories. I’m not sure how this came about, because I don’t remember ever following anyone talking about either of them—though, as I scroll around, it seems I have, by divine providence, or AI, followed just one or two accounts, though I can’t seem to recall why or when. Is it because I let my cursor sit rather a long time over a post one day? And somehow the gods of Twitter divined that I was really interested? Because, who are we kidding, I am... riveted. I think it must be true—whatever the conspiracy is. Like, did you know that Meghan hasn’t actually had any babies? When she looks pregnant she isn’t really. Also, she doesn’t know how to hold the baby whenever she is seen out with it. Also, her elbows are nubbly, like mine and a lot of other peoples’.
The latest event, or whatever any of this is even called, according to Meghan’s Mole who is a good Twitter Follow if you are looking for substantive reasons to dislike Meghan and Harry, is that Meghan wanted Dior to make her their fanciest person, and somehow started some rumors that she would be, but then, it turned out that that was never going to be a thing. Instead, Dior signed up a young, desultory-looking Asian person and Meghan was left out in the cold again. I don’t really know anything about Dior, because I’m not fancy and rich enough, but I do feel sorry for Meghan for at least three reasons.
First, everyone wants to be special and important with an existentially substantial and ontological specialness. It should be enough just to exist and be adored by all. Having to do work is literally the pits and no fun. I really don’t think that Meghan can be faulted for wanting what everyone wants—to do no work and receive a great deal of compensation, to have personal assistants and people to drive the car and cook the food, and so on, and yet not have to acknowledge any of those people as such, to be rich and acclaimed and not have to bother about the work of getting the money or getting the honor.
Second, it’s not her fault that she followed her heart and got to have the dream every little girl around the world wants—to be married to a Prince, even if he is only the second son.
She wanted to be in a movie, like, actually in a movie, and also have the movie be real life, and she got it, and then she discovered it wasn’t enough. This is how it goes. You get something you want, and then, just when you should be so happy and satisfied, you suffer the desolation of discovering that Prince Harry isn’t enough to fill the fame-shaped hole in your life. How were you to know?
Third, it’s not her fault that she lived fully into the religion of victimology and then found that it doesn’t actually work for everyone after all. How could she know? Being a victim is the best and fastest way to accumulate all the personal righteousness points required for acclaim and virtue. She couldn’t have known there would be a limit, that some people don’t actually get to have those points no matter how hard they try. She was only doing that which a lot of people have been doing for a few years now.
I jest, but only slightly. Most of us would be Meghan if given any opportunity. I know I would. I would make everyone else miserable all the time if God didn’t constantly thwart me and make the narrow, angular way of life the only possibility.
Truly truly I still do blame TEC’s Presiding Bishop Michael Curry for the awful sermon he preached at her wedding. He could have told the gathered throng about Jesus. He could have told the two that they are weak and helpless and need a savior, that there would be no happiness for them apart from devotion to Christ and the active service of and anxiety for other people. Or rather, he couldn’t have because he doesn’t know himself, but that isn’t Meghan’s fault. But instead, he told the two standing there in all the fancy clothes that they were going to be responsible for saving the world, because love is enough and is also love etc etc. All you need is love and you will change the world he droned on and on. This, it struck me at the time, was the cruelest possible joke. Because Meghan and Harry did not then and still do not have the inner spiritual resources necessary to be the saviors of our common race. They can’t even meet their own needs for love, acceptance, and joy. They are, like all of us, miserable offenders in whom there is no health. They needed Jesus, and then they could have been both happy and of some use to other people.
Ah well, it’s too bad. And now, if you will excuse me, I have some more conspiracies to catch up on, sorry, on which to catch up…have a nice day!
Your second reason for feeling sorry for Meghan reminded me of this Courtney Love lyric:
"They get what they want, and they never want it again."
See, even pop musicians have discovered this truth. Nothing earthly and no mere mortal can fill that hole. (Ironically, "Hole" is the name of Courtney Love's band, with whom she recorded this song.)